“We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.”
― Sam Keen
Alright, ladies. I got more love for you than you know. Let’s take a minute and talk about something that’s near and dear to our hearts, literally! Boobs, boobies, breasts, breasteses, tits, tets, titties, tittays, tatas, funbags, I could go on forever. Whatever you want to call them, I’ve always had a fascination with them (don’t even get me started on nipples and areolas).
This is probably too much information, but I’m going to tell you anyway. When I was in the 6th grade, I used to stuff my training bra with tissues. I dreamed of one day being able to buy myself a pair of absolutely perfect silicone boobs because I thought they would make me more feminine and attractive. But nowadays, I’m a proud member of the IBTC, otherwise known as the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, and hardly ever wear a bra, let alone feel the need to stuff one.
While some may disagree, I don’t think there’s anything wrong if a person wants to alter their physical appearance so long as they’re doing it for themselves and are honest about it. That said, it’s important to remember that—plastic surgery or not—nobody and no body is perfect. Growing up, I was made fun of because of my physical appearance. One time in the 8th grade a boy yelled out, “You need bigger boobs!” I immediately responded with, “You need a bigger dick!” Not that I knew, of course, but that was the only response I could muster at the time. His words stung, and I cried as soon as I got home. Although I can look back now and laugh, the road to get where I am today hasn’t been easy.
As humans, we always desire things we don’t have and will often look at our reflection and focus only on the flaws we wish we could change, rather than focusing on the beauty that shines underneath. But ladies, the truth of the matter is, your cup size doesn’t make you any less or more of a woman. There will always be people who try to change, influence, and judge the way you perceive yourself, but it takes a strong individual to cut out the noise and be proud of who they are.
Even after 27 years, learning to love myself is a never-ending process. Still, this is the only body I own and I will, in fact, own it, because life is too damn short to hate your boobs.