There’s an MTV True Life episode out there called “I Don’t Like My Large Breasts”. I just caught the last few minutes of it the other night, but I’ll report back once I purchase and watch the entire episode. In the meantime, check out Jezebel for the 85 comments it generated there.
I used to dislike my large breasts, but I’ve grown much more accepting of them. However, when I made the comment last Friday that a shrug doesn’t work on a buxom woman because it only acts as a frame for her breasts, I wondered how accepting I really am. What’s actually wrong with highlighting this asset, especially in a non-work context? Generally, I think there are two camps out there: the Highlighters and the Hiders. I tend to be a Hider. In high school, I inherited a scoop-neck, close-fitting tee from one of my sisters that I looked fabulous in. I think I only wore it out the door once. I wish I had that shirt now. As for the other camp, I’ve seen some amazing Highlighters trying dresses on ahead of me as I wait in line for a Macy’s dressing room.
Sometimes the best thing for our confidence is realizing that we are not alone. I told you Monday that I was looking forward to more inspiration from my hair salon on Tuesday, and I got it from my stylist Sheila. Sheila is beautiful–tall, with a Mona Lisa look and a flawless complexion. She wears either a 36 or 38 F or G bra and is a size 12 everywhere else. Sheila is very happy with her body and very unhappy with the stores where she shops. She was actually surprised to hear that I’ve met other women in her size. When stores don’t make clothes to fit our bodies, we tend to think we’re the only one out there with that body! She can’t wait to try my shirt when it’s ready for her, and I can’t wait to have one ready for her.
