Okay, hopefully you aren’t offended that I’m talking about this subject . . .
I am very flat chested. I go to the girl’s section to buy bras. Like the little girl’s section in the store. That’s where I go. I am a double A, not even an A.
And I love it. I wouldn’t change it for the world.
When I was younger, there were social pressures for me to be bigger. It looked better. Girl’s were supposed to be bigger. Blah blah. Anyway, I believed it all and I was a little self-conscious about my flat-chested-ness. It was my flaw. Something that didn’t make me pretty.
Ugh! I would rather be how I am right now than to fit into society’s views. I love being how I am. It is much more convenient, I can tell you that, and it looks great too. There are so many beautiful people that don’t have anything in the chest area. And I get to look like myself, not someone else’s ideal of beauty.
I refuse to hate myself. I don’t have “flaws”–I am what I am and I will embrace my own uniqueness. I love being flat-chested.
So for anyone, especially the young girls, if you think there is some ideal of beauty and you don’t make it, forget it. You are your own ideal of beauty. Embrace who you are and refuse to believe that you have “flaws.” Remember Dashti? From Book of a Thousand Days. (If you’re reading my blog and haven’t read that book, you better go read it quick.) She was going to be called “mottled” when she was born because the red splotches on her face and arm. But she is beautiful. We all know that. So you’re beautiful too. And you can end up just like Dashti . . . happy.