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A-Okay
My journey of discovering body image happiness
By Aimee Rancer, Blogger
April 20, 2008 | 9 p.m.
With school breaks, one experiences newfound revelations. Throughout this spring break, as I drove around in my so-called "grandma" Saturn through the fast-food filled streets and neon-lighted establishments that I call home, I came to a few conclusions, including one about my boobs.
They are, of course, the trite and insecure conclusions everyone thinks about during one time or another. “What the hell do I want to do in the future?” is frequently contemplated in my mind and hopefully half of this school’s students’ minds, too. I mean, yeah, I’m a college freshman, but it seems everyone else has everything figured out. International Relations? Interior Architecture? Come on. I’m neither diplomatic nor creative, yet, I still hold a few things true in my heart.
And, like I’ve previously stated, there are a few insecure conclusions I have stared right in the eye and dealt with during these past 20 weeks that I’ve been here. However, as I’ve become more comfortable with my position as a student at OU and have become more involved, I too, have become more comfortable with myself.
So, the more I thought about it, the more I discovered one important, life changing, invigorating, give-me-a "hallelujah"-and-raise-your-hands kind of revelation.
I have small boobs, and I’m proud of it. Growing up, I and usually every other girl I knew had some sort of distorted body image. Whether they were too fat or too short, or whether they had too big of pores or nail beds that just "sucked," every girl I knew was conscious of how they looked and presented themselves.
I’ll be completely honest: I felt that way too for the majority of my life. I’m 5 feet 2 inches tall and have stubby legs, frizzy hair and the thing I’m most proud of now— small mosquito bites on my chest. I’ve embraced all the flaws though. In middle school, girls began maturing and growing, and I was always left in the dust. Even in high school and to this day, a few of my very best friends joke around about my lack of maturity on the upper half of my body.
“Aimee,” my best friend Colin would say, “when you’re in a car or something and have the urge to flash someone, the person will yell at you ‘little boy, put your shirt back on!!’”
This comment would be received daily and I too, laughed at my own misfortune. With the self-deprecating humor I possess, I even made jokes about God’s little slip-up on my genetic structure.
But, for all the "haters" such as my friends and those who think Pamela Anderson is the epitome of perfection, I ask you this one simple question: Can you find shirts that compliment both your body and upper half?
Ah, yes. Now my defensive attitude takes stage and well, I’m ready to fight. I found out owning your mosquito bites really does have positive aspects. And, for all my fellow flat-chested ladies, I have concocted a Dave Letterman-like list of how fantastic it is to "own what your mother gave you."
10 reasons why having small boobs is something that should be celebrated
1. We can try on shirts without having them be too tight on the top.
2. We only have to wear one sports bra.
3. We can actually play sports without them flying up and knocking one of our eyes out.
4. We get songs about us. Like Shakira says, “Lucky that my breasts are small and humble.”
5. In later years, when we’re old and grey, well, they won’t sag.
6. No back problems in the future!
7. We small-chested girls can get away with wearing low-cut shirts without looking promiscuous.
8. We can shop in the girls’ section, which means less expensive prices!
9. We never have to worry about falling out of our bathing suits.
10. When talking to members of the opposite sex, they will be talking to our face, not to our breasts.
With that said, I definitely think the positives outweigh the negatives. At times I consider roaming the streets of Athens and screaming, “I revel in boob size!!” But then I think of all the strange looks and possible complaints, so I refrain. Yet, if a big-boobed girl gives me a hard time, I’ll suit up with boxing gloves and dish her out with that list that only an A-cup can proudly declare.
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