Being a Small-Breasted Girl in a Large-Breasted World

Sometimes, I am stricken with total, shocked amazement when I notice that girls in middle school are bouncing around with a C bra size, or even double D's. And, frankly, I can't understand this. What do we blame it on? Hormone injections in the cows we eat, which provide our endless supply of McDonald Happy Meals? Is it something in the water? Who knows...but whatever it is, it is a biological trend that I've been noticing for quite some time now.

You may say I'm jealous. I'm a small-breasted girl in a large-breasted world. Everyone you see, large breasts are glorified. They are placed on a pedestal for all eyes to admire, worship, and adore. Sometimes, that familiar pang of jealousy creeps under my skin. My 36B sized breasts are nothing compared to a pair of 36DD's! And oh, how I remember how my mother used to buy me bras that were 36C in hopes that I would fill them! Well, unfortunately, that never ended up happening. I was, and am, stuck buying B cup bras until a miracle happens that would inflate them twice their sizes.

But then, I remember the advantages of having small breasts. I believe that the main advantage is that men don't have anything to stare at. When a man first sees a woman, one of the first things he scans over are her breasts. He analyzes them, stares at them, and imagines his face buried between them. He tantalizes his senses with thoughts about these huge breasts and everything he can possibly do with him. This is actually hilarious, because if you take a moment to really think...breasts are only for producing milk for offspring. Men are only for depositing sperm, and women are only a means of reproduction. I explain that in rudimentary terms, of course, but there is reasoning behind that madness of thinking.

Many a-big breasted female complain about how their large breasts cause them so many difficulties in life. Sometimes, large-breasted women hate the ogling and leering of perverted men. Many of them don't like the back pains they have to suffer, or they hate how clothes don't tend to fit at time. Some women, who are actually mature (gasp!) would like to wear proper clothing with a proper fit, and if their breasts are too large, well, the material of the clothing stretches around them, uncomfortably mind you, and then clothes shopping becomes somewhat of a chore. Or, at least, I would imagine. And then I think about large-breasted women and the perils they have when running. Imagine this: You're running, panting, and by the end of the race, you have two big black eyes because your breasts kept hitting you in the face with each step. Ouch. At least with small-breasts, this problem is entirely avoided. I don't have to buy any of those special bras with a zillion layers of material just to sustain the girls and avoid unsightly black eyes. I'm sure, thought, that even though I did have bruised eye sockets, men would still stare at my breasts if they were a pair of engorged double D's. Men are like that, what can I say?

But it's funny...not really funny, but actually very sad...how women are conditioned from a young age to believe that having big breasts is the ultimate word in sexiness. Look at Barbie for example. She's this tiny waisted, long-legged, big breasted beauty with huge eyes and not a wrinkle in sight. Oh, and don't forget her incredibly flat stomach. What woman wouldn't give up ice cream for that? (Well, I can't give up my ice cream...but you know what I mean!) Barbie had long flowing hair and we loved her. As a little girl, we see her as beautiful and, of course, we compare ourselves. I remember when I was young, I noticed that my tummy stuck out a little, and I asked my mother a question regarding why my tummy was so big. She said something to the effect of me someday growing breasts to hide my stomach. What's funny is that this never happened! Was I cursed that day? Did she accidentally vex me by promising me that I was going to have large breasts? Since I was growing, I believe I was just in an awkward stage of self questioning. Then I remember in the fifth grade, there was this African-American girl in my class with huge breasts. But I always remember them looking like Jello. The way they moved when she moved reminded me of those Jello commercials where Bill Cosby was advertising those Jiggler things. Naturally, all the guys thought she was the hottest thing since the Pink Power Ranger.

What's interesting to me is the fact that even if I were offered breast augmentation for a fraction of the price, or even for free, I would never go for it. Why? Because I feel that self esteem should not stem from how large or small your breasts are. It should not be affected by this factor at all. But I understand how there's so much pressure from the stupid media to look a certain way. The media wants you to hate yourself. They want you to criticize yourself in a negative way, and always compare yourself to the starlets. But let me ask you this: Why would you want to gain the attention from a man with your breasts? Your mind, intelligence, humor and wit will mean nothing to him if all he is doing is raping you with his mind. And just because you do have large breasts, it does not mean that you have to act like most bimbo's who also share your trait do. Besides, regarding the breast augmentation that I mentioned earlier, its way too expensive, impractical, dangerous, and definitely fake. Besides, I never want to have anything in common with Pamela Anderson, and one way to do that is to avoid boob jobs altogether because she is definitely NOT attractive...even with huge breasts.

Well, anyway, what I'm looking forward to the most is this: Not having to roll up and tie my breasts into knots when I'm around the age of 80. I won't have excessive sagging, and I'm sure they probably won't be hanging down around my waist. Actually, that's a pretty frightening though. I'm sure I'll get to enjoy the perks of being big-breasted when I'm pregnant. But for now, I'll celebrate my small, northern curves. I'll try my best to not let the media scare me, or make me feel unattractive. You should do the same as well. Run, be free, go bra-less! Small-breasted women of the world, you're allowed. Not only are you allowed, but you are beautiful doing so. And remember to never put your value and worth into a pair of jiggly things that are solely for the purpose of nourishing a tiny being that you may bring into this world. And also remember that is any man approaches you and makes some rude or unnecessary comment regarding your girls while trying to be flattering, you have every right to slap him across the face...and even knee him where it hurts.