For some reason I was thinking about boobs last night. More in the philosophical sense than in the actual sense. Mine have always been a prominent part of my appearance.
No matter what I'm doing, whether they're strapped down with a too small sports bra, they are IN YOUR FACE
Now, I know that this is a "high class" problem, and I shouldn't be complaining, and I'm really not - it's more of the fact that mammary glands are what a lot of people use as a high value factor for determining someone's attractiveness. Check out Maxim's Hot 100 for 2013 they are all boob-tastic. (Yes, that's the word I'm going to use).
But what if we didn't have them? What if I didn't have them? What would make me attractive? Anthropologically speaking, they have a very necessary function in the reproductive cycle. But since we have evolved from cavemen, they are less "necessary", but are still a focal (hehe) point on a woman's body.
I really don't know why I've been spending so much time thinking about boobs and their effect on the way I interact with society. Perhaps it is the focus of the media on them that has caused me to question my status in the "boob-world".
Correction, I always have questioned my status in the "boob-world" because my boobs don't look like any others I have seen. Friends have been envious of mine, while I was envious of theirs - theirs were normal and being normal is what I have always wanted.
I've always been self-conscious, and my boobs have definitely played a roll in that. For some reason it's always been some sort of competition to have the biggest cleavage. Now, I don't get that sort of cleavage that most people seem to be able to do.....
Which, on one hand, sort of bothers me. But at the same time... how could I function comfortably with those kinds of boobs?
Boobs are a conundrum, friends, a conundrum. Especially in our hyper-female-sexualized society.
Do you have any thoughts on boobs?
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