My Big Boobs, My Business

Tonight I want to discuss something near and dear to my heart… Literally.

Boobs.

Big boobs.

Teeny tiny ribcage, and my cups runneth over.

My boyfriend just unhooked my bra to encourage my writing. He’s so sweet like that.

I don’t just want to discuss big boobs. I want to discuss how people react to big boobs. How people treat those of us who have big boobs. How people can’t look past a bra size.

How people call me a slut when I show just a hint of cleavage.

Just an FYI for any new blog readers. I’m a virgin, so I’m pretty sure I am NOT a slut.

I had major writer’s block while working on this post the other night. After sleeping on it, I realized the source of my struggle.

Boobs are such a complex subject that I can’t just devote a single post to it. My thoughts were seriously all over the place. I went from ranting to discussing awesome bras to explaining my big-boobed perspective.

Tonight, I’m going to rant. I’ve written about slut-shamingbefore. Tonight, I’m writing about boob-shaming.

Found all over the Internet; I used weknowmemes

I hate this meme, but I do love some of the reactions to it. Then last week, I very stupidly watched a video posted by the controversial anon BHDC on twitter, who did her own little “boobs in your shirt, not in your shirt.”

Am I the only one who’s noticed that the biggest critics of big boobs are the girls who don’t have any? Don’t get me wrong, small-chested women are just as beautiful as we big-boobed ladies.

But.

They need to shut the fuck up about boobs.

Here’s a good rule of thumb for commenting on any topic ever.

Thou shalt not pass judgment if thou cannot understandeth.

Obsessed with Busty Girl Comics

I don’t tell people of color how to overcome racism… because I’m white. I don’t tell my twin brother “I know you feel” when he’s in the hospital… because I have Crohn’s disease, not brain cancer. I don’t tell my boyfriend how to do his job… because I’m not an engineer.

Since it’s near-fucking impossible to have “inappropriate” cleavage with small boobs, then don’t fucking tell those of us who have big boobs to keep our boobs in our shirt. Because you will NEVER fucking understand. Your incredibly male-gazed point-of-view on “appropriate” or “inappropriate” attire is based on a total misunderstanding of anything bigger than a B-cup. Seriously. The only women who ever had a problem with my cleavage were B-cups or A-cups.

I both love and hate the “Real Women Have Curves” campaign. I understand its purpose: to embrace women of all sizes, not just stick-thin models. But some women are naturally skinny, with few curves. They are beautiful too. They are real women. Their small boobs are still awesome, because boobs = awesome.

They just better shut their fucking mouths about my boobs.

Edit 01/26/2013: One of my many best friends pointed out that she understands what I mean by this, but someone who hasn't known me since freshman year might be confused and/or insulted. 

Let me clarify. Wearing a sexy, attention-getting top is perfect for Friday night. Not for Monday morning, or any time at work. Someone without big boobs is capable of understanding this distinction of when this top is (in)appropriate. Wearing a tube top to work is inappropriate because it's inappropriate, not because I show more cleavage in a tube top than the average woman.

However, this has NEVER been my problem, or the issue people take with me, and thus I didn't even realize clarification was needed. If you can wear my cleavage-baring button-up blouse, but in your size, to our job, then I can too. Hence my inclusion of the Busty Girl comic. And that is the kind of judgment I receive. For wearing the same styles that my beautiful, but small-busted best friend might wear.

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