How interesting.
Even more interesting that I recently wrote a blog on this same topic and if you are interested in my view:
Do my boobs look big in this?
January 10, 2018
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Xena
There is an idea that somehow small breasts are an embarrassment. A curse. The source of a profound lack of self confidence that only larger breasts can cure. Sooner or later, and usually sooner, the lady with the "small" breasts finds herself being asked is she considering getting fake boobs. Or told that WHEN she does she needs to consider x, y and z. I mean, how could you not want a big rack?
No. Actually I don't. I think my breasts are perfect the way they are.
Given most of my bras for the majority of my life have been a push up, hoping for a miracle, kind of bra, I was not necessarily of the opinion that small is wonderful my whole life. It certainly IS marvelous when it comes to sport. I have never had to work around my assets. I may have been teased for having an ironing board for a chest while at University, where I played every kind of sport under the sun. But watching friends trying to strap their jugs down was a whole lot of trouble I never had to worry about. Some friends found playing sport just wasn't possible anymore. In terms of sporting endeavour, an "ironing board" chest is an asset.
It wasn't technically true that I was flat-chested. I was a B in cup size then. When you have the amount of real estate as I do across my chest, that size of cup looks more like a saucer. Being a C-cup now makes no difference. I would have to be an E-cup to have a cleavage worth looking at. So padded bras it was and my drawers were full of them.
What really changed things for me was watching Fading Gigalo, a film by Woody Allen. A French woman walks into the cafe and she just oozes style, femininity and sensuality. Sexy as fuck. Later we see her in a sheer lace bra and to say she was a A-cup would be being generous. She was beautiful, her breasts were beautiful, totally in proportion with her long, lithe figure. It all worked. In that moment I realized something I had never really noticed before.
I had ever seen a flat chested woman on screen like this.
I had never seen myself like this.
I have seen plenty of big boobs on screen. Mostly fake. Big natural boobs usually come with a big kind of body and when they don't, the owner usually gets them reduced. Too big, too heavy and they cause no end of back issues. Fake boobs are different. Big, round extensions of the chest, defying gravity, creating some kind of crazy shape that just grabs the attention. Curves for days. It changes everything, you find yourself staring even when you didn't really want to. The bigger they are, the less possible it is to notice anything else about the woman in front of you. I have seen IFBB pro women in excellent condition but you aren't struck by how marvelous their shoulders are, how shapely their arms. All the work they have put into their bodies disappears into the shadows.
Then the clothes come off and, especially when the woman is lean, there is a oddness about it all. Bolt on's live up to their name, hoovering otherworldly. Seemingly unconnected but a very real part of the anatomy. There is a certain sameness about them all. Silicon implants are man-made, mass produced for efficiency. Individuality doesn't even come into it.
They don't look personal. Almost accordingly, the women who have them, don't treat them like an intimate part of themselves. You will cop an eyeful of cleavage or side boob or even the whole boob without much modesty at all. Women with large natural breasts don't usually hang them out there for your viewing pleasure.
But there is something lost.
You can "fix" something, make it "right". But in this case, what you are trying to fix isn't broken. I have seen people get nose jobs because they had such a strong, prominent nose. They have fixated on their nose, it's all they see. It's the source of their problems. The solution is something a little less out there, a little more "perfect". But once this "imperfection" is corrected, what once made the face striking is gone. The features are bland. It's a great nose but the nose now no longer matches the rise of the cheekbones, the angles of the face. What was beautiful is now another face in the crowd.
Fake boobs are the same. Changing something about the body that is so fundamental is failing to acknowledge that the original self is perfect the way it is. Where does this pronouncement of being a genetic failure comes from? There is nothing intrinsically wrong with wanting bigger boobs but it is a contrived desire. A marketing strategy that appeals to that most vulnerable part of ourselves. Women want to feel loved, women want to be desired and the passport to being attractive to others is just a surgical procedure away. The more women see role models in film and in magazines with ample size breasts, the more women unconsciously associate it with the perfect body.
It is even suggested that males desire big boobs because they associate them unconsciously with fertility. Interesting idea but big boobs aren't a symbol of fertility that is available. They are usually a symbol of pregnancy. It's someone else's fertility you are looking at. The passport to genetic immortality is currently invalid. That ship has sailed for the time being.
Maybe there is a preference for big boobs because masturbation really does diminish the eyesight?
Personally, I think big boobs are show stoppers that draw the eyes regardless of what your sexual preferences are. But to say all men prefer large breasts is untrue. They are a fetish just like any other fetish and when it comes to the crunch, most men prefer what they prefer but will make do with whatever comes to hand.
Which brings me to the current rise in fame of the prodigious butt, junk in the trunk, ample booty cleavage women. I quite like this current fascination with curvy buttocks but really, it is more of the same nit-picking of the self. It isn't just having a large butt but a perfectly toned, uplifted bubble butt, becoming another reason for women to beat themselves up. Another body part that will never be good enough, thanks to butt implants and Photoshop. It is a money making scheme that will benefit some and will impoverish others in terms of pocket or self esteem or both.
An appreciation of the beauty in diversity is in order. Love the one you are with today. Especially the one you see in the mirror.
In short, I think that we could do with an appreciation of the diversity of female (and male) form in all it's wondrous glory
