What is with our society’s obsession with large breasts? When did this start and how has it gotten so out of control? Out of my entire circle of friends, colleagues and acquaintances, I only know two other women who are flat-chested like myself. Apparently, we are a dying breed. Now I have nothing against plastic surgery…I’m as vain as the next person and will probably end up going under the knife at some point in my life when my looks really start to plummet, but the boob thing has really started to bother me.
I am so tired of seeing women everywhere I go with abnormally large, beach ball round breasts bursting out of their barely-there tank tops. Men and women alike can’t help but stare at these wonders given the way they are packaged and presented. My favorite is when an 80 year old woman who has obviously become quite good friends with her plastic surgeon struts on by with perkier breasts than any 18 year old I’ve seen. Does she really think that looks good? And what about the women who had perfectly nice, proportional to their body size, B-cup breasts, but just had to go up to a C+ …do they realize they now look like “tits on a stick” (my husband’s phrase, not mine) or was that the point?
Now I admit, I have wanted to have larger breasts for my entire adult life. I would be a complete hypocrite if I didn’t come clean with that. I have had countless conversations with my other flat-chested friend over where we would get them done, how big we would go, etc, etc. I was even going to buy them for myself as a 40 th birthday present (as if that isn’t the very definition of mid-life crisis). The thing that has stopped me dead in my tracks every time I have entertained the thought (it’s usually as I am perusing my closet for something to wear out on a summer evening or standing in a bar surrounded and nearly suffocated by large breasts all around me) is how I would explain and justify this to my daughter.
My daughter has my genes through and through…she is doomed to a future of shopping the A rack of padded, push up bras at Victoria Secret...there’s just no avoiding it. I’ve even started preparing her for it already (she’s 7 mind you). I told her she will always be flat-chested so she might as well just accept it and save herself the disappointment she is bound to experience when puberty passes her by. Read more
