Take a chance

I can’t count how many of my followers come to me with hatred directed at their boobs, or how many of my own pals and fam members have commented on my breasts in a negative manner; pointing out my tits were low. not just low, but LOW. not saggy, but SAGGY. these are just descriptors but they’re meant to be insults, meant as backhanded compliments and endless “but….”’s. they’re used by smaller chested girls who go “AT LEAST I don’t have to WORRY about sagging”– as if it’s inherently a flaw? as if something as natural and unavoidable as aging and living is an exception to our beauty? even if it was? boobs aren’t there to look good, and good doesn’t have constitute as perky and perfectly round n smooth. we got marks and scars, we can be uneven and spaced apart. we can have em hanging real low and going in diff directions! this is what it means to be human. we’re funky. your chest isn’t going to be any different simply because you think and have been taught it “should” look a certain way.

the idea that aging equals ugly is what we’re taught to become the ideal consumer. expensive bras, strategic tops, and expensive creams– we are bred to try and prevent something we really have no power to. newsflash: we’re humans with elastic skin and parts of our bodies have balls of fat and muscle hanging off. and since we happen to live on earth, us and our pockets of shit are kinda subject to it’s gravitational pull