More than an handful?
Posted: May 8, 2008 Filed under: Uncategorized 6 Comments »Okay, I know that’s a guy thing to say/think. But tonight, I was hanging with some girlfriends and the subject came up. Here we were. Five women from the early thirties to the mid (okay mid/late but who is counting?) forties. Five women from 32AA to 36D.
We’re in different degrees of happiness/acceptance of our breast-size-lot-in-life. Some of use fondly remember larger times – before all the kids – and some have always been this way.
It was a fine, lively conversation. One that stemmed from the discussion of one of the daughters entering puberty. (YIKES!)
The challenge I was given as I walked/ran to the door…
“So what ARE those advantages of being flat-chested to which you refer?”
Stutter, stutter….
So here is my list. What is great about being flat-chested. Especially for you-know-who-you-are, you new-blog-reader-you….
1) you can lay on the beach on your stomach
2) you don’t need to buy those $50 jogging bras
3) you sag less
4) you weigh less (boobs are heavy!)
5) no danger of a black eye when running
6) you know those great sleek tank swim suits? enough said.
And to the person who inspired this post? You are beautiful – and you wouldn’t be who you are any other way!
Even if you did take my money tonight….
So, I’m bigger than your top ender who is ‘only’ 36D, and have never been flat-chested – well, not since I was about twelve, anyway – so all I can do is list the disadvantages of being big up top.
1 – it gives you backache
2 – it makes it difficult to buy pretty but supportive bras
3 – lying on your front is very uncomfortable
4 – now that manufacturers don’t bother making blouses with bust darts, it’s nigh on impossible to get one that fits properly
5 – you can’t wear anything with frills or ruffles or fancy stuff on your top half without frightening people
6 – stretch marks
7 – the monthly breast check is much, much harder. Looking for lumps in a small bust must be like counting ribs on a greyhound.
But actually I love my shapely bust and wouldn’t change it.
Well, the boob fairy did come for all those years ago. She was kind and fair. I was happy. But then, she revisited me after I had kids and took her gift away!! Unfortunately she left those 2 little pesky nymphs… You know … Droopy and Saggy. That boob fairy is a bitch!
These bodacious breasts,
they sits on my chest
passively causing commotion
some girls, they feel jealous,
some men, overzealous,
but really, they’re just more skin to lotion
always i did covet
those wee pretty titties,
bra-less girls seem so carefree
but pendulous or perky,
perfect or quirky,
each breast is a thing of beauty
Thank you, boob fairy
Great poem. I wish I could feel the same, but I’ve been considering the artificial option for quite some time.
I used to be so flat chested that it didn’t make a diffrence if I put my bra on backwards…but since having a child, I run the risk of giving myself a black eye if I attempt to jog without one on!
I completely agree! I’ve never wanted big boobies!