I went shopping yesterday. For someone who is not a big fan of shopping (except when it involves shopping for food!),I had quite a nice time buying some stuff for running. I needed some dri-fit running shorts, socks, and a sports-bra, you know the bra that would work wonders and support my very, verrrreeee flat boyish chest.
So why do I need to talk about my non-existent chest? Well for one, it's just breasts. Two, I'm shameless. And three, yeah, I'm just really shameless.
So I picked one, medium-sized, but this sales-clerk looked me over, wise-ass and all, and bluntly said "No Ma'am, small ka." Not because I was small or of petite frame, but because them babies are just really, well, small. Maybe, extra-small would even do? Haha!
I took no offense for it. I am not under the illusion that my babies would ever be a Nicole or even a Pamela. They're just well, mine. :)
You see, not that I like wearing low-cut dresses or tops. But if it's there then I'm ok with it. I don't ever have to feel self-conscious, my bra can do the peep-show for all I care! Because no matter how hard you stare at it, my cup size won't ever grow big overnight. No matter how long you ogle, a cleavage won't ever pop-out to tease your dirty imagination.
They're just breasts. No big deal. Well, yes, some starlets would probably drop their skirts for anyone who would sponsor their boob-job, transvestites would blow big bucks to get them done or through the pill, and I think that's great. They're happy that way, plus the fact that their men are happy that way-you know, filling them up, I think.
And then there's the entertainment industry which sells beauty and vanity to the highest level. People, especially men, may snicker, jeer, guffaw or ogle, but what the hell, what do we care? It's their boobs,and it may be spectacular! So I say, you go girl!
What about those women who are stricken with breast cancer? I know of some friends and family members who were stricken by it. It had to be removed to prevent the cancer cells from metastasizing. I feel for them, and I admire their courage.Losing a breast to cancer will not make you any less of a woman.
What about women with small breasts, like me? Oh well, Like I said, there's not much to see down there. Accept it. If you can't, get a breast implant. If you can't afford a breast implant, drop dead. If you're too scared to get it done, shut up.
But as for me, I'm gonna have to live with my breasts and my small-sized bra. Oh and in case you were wondering, no I didn't buy the sports-bra. Ha.Ha.Ha. :)
