Opinionated
March 14, 2017

I Love My Small Breasts, They’re Awesome

i love my small a cup breasts

*This post was originally posted 02/28/2016 and later restored, reedited and republished. Read about that here. It may or may not contain original photos used.

Before we begin, can I say I’m proud of the artwork I created for this post. Okay, carry on.

Listen, having small breast in a world of Kim Kardashians, Amber Roses, Blac Chynas and other big boogie women is tough.

I don’t come from a long line of nice racks. Matter of fact, my sister is one of the couple of women in my family who can wear a C cup. Yes, plump breasts just aren’t popping in my family like that.

I’ve always been slim. Growing up I was called “skinny” ALL. THE. TIME and I HATED IT. The word was used to hurt me and I will admit that even to this day it has a negative connotation for me and I cringe when someone says that to me. I hate it so much I omit skinny out my adjectives vocabulary. But skinny will get you a good resting bitch face.

Not only was I “skinny” but the tissue fat in my chest was like, “Ain’t nothing happening here.” So no, that growth spurt that happens when you reach puberty and your butt grows, hips spread, thighs expand and breast gains some cups, I think I’m still waiting on that. I think my mom let me get bras as a tween just for the hell of it. Every young girl needs to go bra shopping no matter how much she’s giving a Barbie doll a run for its money. To be honest, I still maybe in the training bra stage. What the hell is a training bra? What exactly are you training?

While in middle school, I remember feeling uneasy when changing in the locker room during gym class because my breast were so small. There was literally space in my bra. Why I wasn’t using it as change purse, I don’t know.

Mosquito bites. Flat chested. Itty Bitty Titty Committee (IBTC). Mhm, yeap those words were on repeat in my younger days as I stood out amongst my classmates and friends who had something I didn’t—boobs! But I’m 24 now and in the past decade, I learned to love my A cup breast. For starters, I’ve had to accept I just wasn’t meant to have tig ole bitties. I had to learn that although I couldn’t do that bounce trick, which looks rather painful, I am still a FULL woman.

Everything on my body had to come with time and appreciation. When I was younger, I vowed I would get a nose and boob job because those were the two areas of my body I hated the most. My nose was too big and my breast too small. Well then there’s that episode of True Life when the man got calf implants; I wanted that too.

But what happens you don’t have what you really want? You began to appreciate all that you do. Maybe I am just not meant to have big breast. Maybe I’m just not meant to have a small nose. But what nose would I prefer, something more Anglo-Saxon although my blood line clearly has African ancestry. Be grateful for what you have, you may have it for a reason. I had to start looking at the beauty in my natural body, not purposefully looking for the ugly but intentionally finding the beauty.

So that meant I had to see my small breast as I badge of honor and be proud of the skin I’m in. I had to stop counting the disadvantages to having small breast (like that bounce thing) and count the advantages to why A cups are a good thing. Why wait on someone to tell you you’re beautiful when you can do it yourself! Three reasons I love my small breast:

1. I sparingly buy bras

I don’t know what it’s like to actually plan on going bra shopping. If I see one I like, I get it but I’m rotating like 4 bras because that’s all I really need. I mean I have more than 4 but do I reeeaaallllly need them? Those Victoria Secret semi-annual sales are for the birds. I’ve only found one good bras at those sales. A cups get no love!

2. Bras hurt

You know what doesn’t hurt? Socks. Why? Because socks aren’t lined with wires and padded to give you three times your actual shoe size. I bought a bra so padded once, it not only hurt but I swear it flattened them even more.

3. Bra is an anagram

Bra. Bar. You can have a drink at a bar without a bra. Win-win.

I think my A cup sisters can agree the seconds we save getting dressed by omitting the bra gives us more lotion time. When was the last time you seen an ashy small-breasted woman? Exactly. One time my best friend literally took off her bra as we crossed the street. I was amazed. I was floored. I needed to beat her time. She did it so quick yet discreet, I knew only a small-breasted woman could master that technique.

It’s important that we openly and loudly discuss that not all bodies are created equal. It’s the beauty living in a heterogeneous society; we can be different, we are different. As women we can admire one another’s physique without being envious. I can admit I do it. I can look at Amber Rose and admire her curves but still love mines. I also had to find someone whose body shape is similar to mines and embrace her confidence: Aaliyah & Teyana Taylor. When I look at those women, lawd, lawd, LAWD!

Purge your undergarments drawer. Sports bras. Pssssh! Plunge bra. Pssssh! Push up bra. Pssssh! Back pains. Pssssh! Knowing a guy is paying attention to my face and not staring at area between my armpits. Yes! Not having to hold down my chest while running. Yaaaassss! Laying comfortably on my stomach. Yaaassssss! Chest bumping painlessly with a fellow IBTC member. Yaaaaasssss!

There are days I do look into the mirror thinking how my breast just won’t let me be great though. I’ve also learned how to have a sense of humor.

 

 

Kay

 

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1 Comment

  • Reply Candy Rachelle April 25, 2017 at 12:54 PM

    You are lucky!!! I’ve always wished I wore an A bra! In my opinion, A’s look more classier than C’s in low-cut tops and maxi dresses. I’m a full 36C. I know that’s not huge and supposed to be the perfect bust measurement but I’ve rather rock a 34A!!! Embrace your As!!! #boobieprobs #BLMGirl

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