I have been sitting here scrolling through the depths of my Facebook page so I could find something to write about for my #30writenow challenge. After about ten minutes, I struck GOLD.
Tracee Ellis Ross, also known as Joan from Girlfriends, posted a very well-written blog posts about breasts. In this post, she muses about how the inception of fake knockers has warped society’s view of what constitutes a desirable breast.
Bras and our ever evolving breasts are a topic I often hear discussed by women. Just the other day at the gym, a woman asked me if she should get a lift because –as she put it –she was pushing 40 and after two kids, she just wanted to feel sexy again. Though her husband was against it, she was still clearly struggling with the decision (after all, she was asking the opinion of a complete stranger). I think that the new norm of fake boobs has confused us all. We have forgotten what real boobs look like.
I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Women constantly have to deal with their bodies being policed and it is arguable that their breasts are one of the most policed body parts.
If they’re considered too small, women can have their femininity questioned.
If they’re too big, women are considered spectacles and are treated as such.
They have to be just right. Problem is, most women don’t have “just right” boobs. We’re taught just right is this:
Nothing against Pam but just like most women don’t look like a model chick, most women don’t have those breasts.
Women are told their boobs are supposed to be perky and it doesn’t matter if they have had kids, are older than 30 or just different genetics. They have to practically tickle your neck for them to be considered desirable. At least, that’s what we’re told.
They also have to be the right size.
If they’re considered too small, women can have their femininity questioned. If they’re too big, women are considered spectacles and are treated as such.
Although these standards are obviously outrageous, women break their backs (and their pockets) to fit them. Push-up bras fly off the shelves. Plastic surgery rates continue to rise. Not to mention, good ole bra stuffing using tissue or some other form of cotton. Rather than working with and loving what they have, women pressure themselves to have the perfect pair of boobs.
I am so glad someone as prominent as Tracee, who is a woman of color to boot, came out and spoke out against this crazy standard. I would love to see more women, famous or not, challenge these standards. Ladies, I don’t care if your boobs sag, droop, have stretch marks, are mosquito bites, watermelons or anything else, there is nothing wrong with them. Love you tatas. Embrace your bewbs. Cuddle your knockers.
Take a page from Miss Tracee’s book:
I believe our bodies are sacred and wise and beautiful. I’m drawn to anything “natural,” and so, I love boobs of all shapes and sizes: big, small, sloppy, raisins, tits, milk-duds, fake, real, flat, bra or no bra. I call my breasts “boobs,” but if I was looking at my breasts from the outside I would probably refer to them as tits. I think my tits are quite pretty and I like where God placed them.
(P.S. I just realized October was National Breast Cancer Awareness Month as I went to publish this! Great timing, huh?)