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Boobs.

Those of us that don’t have them want them and those that do have them (especially the big, big ones) often wish they didn’t.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a bit obsessed with boobs.

I’m what you could call a “small-boobed woman.” On a good day, I wear a 34B.

I have pretty much always hated that I got robbed in the boob department. It just always seemed wrong that I’m big in every way; I’m nearly 6 feet tall with hips, a butt and size 10 feet. But boobs? How did I not get the boobs to balance all that out?

Boobs are what makes a woman feminine. Cleavage makes everything we wear look better. It’s been said cleavage is the only accessory a girl needs.

And I can’t create it. (Well, not without awkwardly pushing my arms together, but I can’t stand like that all night at a dinner party.)

Even those stupid lace up bras that keep popping up in my social media feeds can’t help me.

When I was younger, I did consider surgery. Because my mom is also flat-chested and has hated this about her appearance for her entire life, she was even willing to help me pay for it at one point.

But I never acted on it.

Now that I’m in my late 30s with three kids, the desire to fix them has just kind of left me. I almost can’t imagine if something were to happen during surgery and my husband had to tell my kids I died because I wanted bigger boobs.

So instead, I’ve tried to adopt a humorous attitude about them. A little humor can fix a lot of difficult things…

Here’s a quick list of the top five things girls with small chests think about:

  1. Other women’s boobs. I swear, I’m worse than a pre-pubescent boy. I’ve genuinely complimented a woman on her nice rack and coming from me, it’s not nearly as creepy. (At least I hope not.)
  2. Keeping our dang bra straps from slipping down our shoulders
  3. How thankful we were when companies finally started selling 2-piece swimwear as separates. I’ll take a small on top and a large on the bottom, thanks.
  4. How it’s even possible that our big-boobed girlfriends could ever need two sports bras to work out
  5. How amazing it would feel to just once really fill out a dress or top without chicken cutlets or some other ridiculous padding shoved into our push-up bra

Yes, these are largely all true for those of us rocking our Baby Bs.

But, I also know that many of our big-boobed friends struggle, too.

They get tired of silently begging for men to look them in the eye. (Our bolder friends may request it out loud, even.) They welcome stares from us because at least then they aren’t being legitimately ogled for something they can’t help.

As they’re rubbing the deep grooves left by their bra straps and massaging their lower backs from the weight of carrying their girls around, they’re thinking how nice it would be to wear only one sports bra to go for a run.

Yes, our big-boobed girlfriends fill out their tops, but try cramming those babies into a button-front shirt. And don’t even get them started on trying to control their boobs in a bikini top.

And isn’t this the way of it?

We tend to want what we don’t have.

After all, we all have something that we dislike about our bodies and it’s easy to fall prey to the trap of wishing it could be different and even contemplating paying to change it.

Yet, these are our bodies. We shouldn’t feel compelled to change or fix every little thing we dislike.

If surgery is for you, more power to you.

But to the women reading this that can’t or won’t go down that path, it’s time to adjust our attitudes.

As hard as it is, embracing our flaws is a much more fulfilling way to live and for those of with children, it’s certainly a better example to set.

So, find the humor. Embrace your flaws. Make a list if you must.

Let’s celebrate our bodies and all their little imperfections.

Even if your little imperfection happens to be little boobs.

Rebecca Undem

Rebecca Undem yearns to live in a world with bold, inspired people who aren’t afraid of making mistakes; with a forever-full cup of coffee in her hand, preferably nut-flavored. A professional development expert with nearly a decade of experience, she’s a highly sought after speaker, traveling the country, sharing her message of how to live BIG regardless of what you do for a profession or where you happen to be. When she’s not writing or developing solutions to help individuals, businesses, and communities think bigger and challenge the status quo, you can find Rebecca cleaning up a variety of messes made by her three young children or her farming husband. Her personal memoir How Mommy Got Her Groove BackTM was released in early fall of 2016. Visit www.rebeccaundem.com for actionable and inspirational tips for getting your own groove back!  

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