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Happy girl with small boobs, who loves her the way she is, and doesn’t want to change anything. Problem of small tits, do operation or not.
I had a B-cup when I was first developing—the B was more for Baby Fat than Breasts—and once that stuff melted off, I was left with my current 34As. For a while I was all about making them As For Effort, thanks to a nightly push-up regimen and fancy, push-up bras. I knew I wasn’t going to win any wet T-shirt contests, but I could still get my motorboat on. I really liked my small chest. I didn’t know any other way to be, of course, but I thought I had cute, perky breasts that were worth celebrating. Back then, when I was getting busy with a guy, my shirt was the first thing to go. I didn’t care! This was who I was—Small Boobs Brianne!
Then, something changed last year. I started to second-guess my sex appeal. Maybe it was because I was going through a dry spell, maybe I was a little envious of my friend, a fellow small chest-er, who now had pregnancy boobs (and thus had the whole mother/goddess thing going on to boot) or maybe it was because the idea of “bikini season” is pretty laughable when it comes to small boobs (really, a couple of Band-Aids, though not as aesthetically pleasing, can do the job). Whatever it was, I found myself at a plastic surgeon’s office inquiring about getting a boob job. I wasn’t entirely serious (I certainly didn’t have the fund$ in my bank account), but I was curious about the procedure and I wanted to know the 411, if, perhaps, one day, I would want to enhance my bust line.
So this ambivalence about my As had been lurking around for a while before it reared its ugly insecure head during the exact moment they were finally getting some respect and TLC. And to make it even worse, during the second and third times with this new guy, I kept my shirt on. “Small Boobs Brianne” would not be pleased. It was, therefore, extremely serendipitous timing when I saw that pic of Kendall Jenner, sporting her sweatshirt loudly and proudly, and I thought: Yes, that’s what you do! You love what you already have—no shame, no apologies. Show ‘em what your mama gave you (which, yeah, in my case, it really is just a matter of genetics).
So, my fellow itty bitty gals, in the spirit of Kendall Jenner (something I will never say again in the history of my lifetime, promise), here’s quick rundown on a few of the things that make small boobs so awesome:
