I have had boobs since I was eleven years old. In fact, it would seem at eleven, I would experience all the things associated with puberty in that one year. Some of my oldest friends can’t even remember me being “flat-chested” and they would joke about how I was born with boobs. I have had a love hate relationship with my boobs mainly because others seemed to notice them. I have heard every single epithet hurled at me from eleven until now at twenty-five from males and females alike. Just to name a few names, Tits McGee, Tig O’ Bitties, and my all time favorite, Jiggles. Through these names were probably meant to be endearing, I am growing sick and tired of the attention solely based on my boobs. But it is not only the names but the gawking, the back handed comments, the jokes ( I have heard every boob joke by now), the jealousy of other women, and the back problems.
But of course I can not complain about my bosoms because many people in my social circle would say, “You know there are women that would pay for boobs like yours. Be happy! You’re blessed with bosoms!” I am beginning to feel that this blessing is more like a curse because some many people feel the need to make comments and concerns about my appearance. Maybe my boobs are just the size they need to be and maybe other people should not use my body as a template for which size is right from them. While sometimes people embrace my benevolent bosoms, other times people ask when am I going to get a breast reduction. Unless they are willing to pay the thousand of dollars out-of- pocket for this surgery because my insurance won’t cover it, I think I will stay with these for right now. The truth is I love my breasts as big as they are but I hate the way people are making judgements about them. Having boobs has taught me to question people’s reactions to my boobs. Why would a person think it is ok to make mention about how big someone’s boobs are? That question has been tumbling around in my head for awhile. As I ponder this elusive question being in this Unruly Bodies course, I begin to realize that the blessing is not in the bosoms but in the questioning of others reactions to the bosoms.
Unruly Bodies 
I couldn’t agree more with this post. I’ve been getting the same comments for almost as long and, at least in my case, it starts to take a toll on your self-image. By high school, I had started to really criticize my appearance and did my best to cover or hide my chest because I didn’t like nor did I appreciate the attention drawn to it. That made buying clothing a pain in the ass as I always feared to buy anything that showcased them in case someone felt the need to make unnecessary comments. Even once I got over how the comments made me feel as an adolescent, I still find comments about my breasts unnecessary and, depending on the comment, a little offensive. I guess it brings up the question of why we feel the need to comment on other people’s bodies.
I remember how drastically my mindset changed from middle school to high school about my boobs. I went from wanting my chest to grow, to hating the fact they were growing. In high school, I grew about 3 cup sizes out of nowhere and I hated the way that the size of my breasts affected the way my clothes fit.
It was not until my sophomore year of college that I finally began to appreciate my girls. When my sister tries to undermine the stress of big boobs, I tell her to butt out, no one needs opinion from the “itty bitty titty committee” It’s a little harsh, but she knows it’s all in fun.
I think the society we live in right now is really obsessed with appearances and looks. Not everyone is, of course, but there are so many ideal body image representations, with the celebrities and super models. The media has led us to believe that we must look a certain way to be “pretty”, and that includes having the perfect amount of boobs. As for why someone would feel it’s okay to point yours out, it may just be because they have issues with the way theirs look. Not that that’s what makes it okay to say so. I guess since peolle figure having large boobs is a compliment, you wouldn’t be affected by it. Often times, people wouldn’t come to a person and comment on how flat-chested they are.