Over the holiday weekend I took a trip to Miami. The weather sucked and did not get a tan at all! I spent most of the time lounging under an umbrella by the pool reading trashy magazines or the New York Times. It was great for people watching. I’ll say this, I saw more fake boobies in 3 days in Miami than I have in my lifetime. There are more silicone enhanced breasts in Miami than in Vegas. Seriously. What was more surprising was the demographic: everyone from 20somethings to 40something moms had them. One might think that this inspired some boob envy but it did not. I have never been more proud of my relatively flat chest! Au naturel is the way to go in my opinion.
This obsession with having unnaturally round, hard breasts is too much for me to wrap my mind around. Why? Most people’s livelihood does not depend on porn star boobs. I mean, right? What I gather from the many plastic surgery make-over shows on TV is that this is a “self-esteem” issue. But true self-esteem should stem from a sense of personal worth and not from a spanking new pair of breasts. That’s my take on it. I think there were times in my less secure days when I did want to have bigger ones, hence my compulsive wear of push-up bras. I’ve since relegated those to the back of my closet since I realized that small boobs are way better in terms of what I can wear without looking like a complete tart.