To Boob or Not To Boob

Yep, this post is about the “Boob” or rather my boobs. All my life I wanted big boobs, and crazy me, I always thought that they were going to get there. That is at least until I was in my early 20’s, to which I realized that the “A” cup was my fate.

Well, that is until I quickly decided that I’m getting a boob job. Yes, you heard me. I decided (almost a couple of decades ago) that I was going to get fake breasts. Breast augmentation is advancing, and it’s looking more natural. I’m practically sold.

However lately, I’ve been questioning the decision. Maybe I’ve never really fully embraced being part of the itty bitty titty committee. I’ve spent my entire young adult life cleverly boosting my cleavage and positioning my boobs in a way that made them look larger than reality. I’m not going to lie; I’m pretty good at it too.

The US culture idealizes larger breasts, which might be why I’ve always wanted them. It’s everywhere you look, or maybe that’s what I’m seeing. When I look at the French culture, they wholeheartedly embrace women with a smaller chest size and that had me thinking. Maybe, I should accept my small cup.

My Boob Promise

So here I go with another experiment. Before I make any decisions to change my body drastically, I will embrace the bod that I have. Yes, I will remove the push-ups and double push-ups and be lil ole me. I’m sure to most of you; this doesn’t sound so bad. However, for me, this is difficult and terrifying. It’s about changing the mindset that I’ve had since I was a teenager. In fact, the mindset that I’ve had most of my adult life too.

I’ve already slowly started this process. I’ve bought swimwear and bras (and bralettes) that have no padding. And, I’ve stopped stuffing those cup fillers/boosters into my bras. I’ve even gone braless for the first time in public at the age of 38. Can you believe that! Since that first time, I’ve gone braless a few more times. To be honest, it feels so chic.

Closing Statement

As challenging as it’s going to be, I’m going to do it. Well, at least for a year. By the end of this “little” experiment, I’m hoping to either love my boobs or make the plan to get new ones.

Photos by Anthea Marette Photography

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