Boobs Are Not for Everyone

That is what I would tell my younger self.  Thanks to The Blog Dare on Bloggy Moms, I started thinking about some things I would tell my younger self.

Prior to two days ago - I wouldn't have even thought of my younger self but due to a series of unfortunate events, a lot of things from my younger years have been regurgitated in the recesses of my mind.  One of them being - my boobs.


I was flat chested when I was a preteen.  My sister was the one with the bodacious boobs and body.  I was so jealous.  I wished for boobs, cried for them, envied girls who had them, was teased and bullied because I didn't have them and then one day - they decided to answer my silent screams and popped up. And kept popping and popping and popping.  It got to the point where I couldn't wear a bathing suit anymore.

Picture it:  me 14 years old in my tweety bird bathing suit swimming in the heat of Phoenix, AZ summer and instead of my boobs being perky, they were convinced on drowning themselves in the bottom of the pool..........sagging pathetically.  That was the last summer I wore a bathing suit.

If knew then what I know now - which is:

• bigger boobs take bigger bras to contain
• those bras are more expensive
• doing sit-ups with big boobs can almost strangle you without one of those expensive bras.
• there is nothing wrong with being a member of the IBTC (itty bitty titty committee) (my apologies for the T word but that is what I remember my mom saying)

I would never had wished for bigger boobs.  I would have praised my flat-chestedness in all it's no bra required GLORY.  I wouldn't have shoulder pain and dark marks from my shoulder straps.....oh to be flat chested again!!!

Then again, if I weren't bullied and teased as a kid a lot of things about my self-image wouldn't be in question now.