I was painfully insecure of my hips, how thin I’ve always been, and the size of my breasts. Nothing seemed right. I would imagine chiseling away at my hips and making everything proportional. Or I would try to gain weight and hopefully balance things that way, but I can eat and eat and eat and nothing will change.
I’ve struggled through these thoughts, fearing being exposed in front of a lover, a friend, or even a family member. They’ve all mentioned something at one point, whether it was a mother who once said, “If you ever want breast implants, I certainly wouldn’t mind helping pay for it.” Or a boyfriend who told me he had fantasized about being with an older, more physically matured version of me.
I didn’t mature physically, but I did mature mentally. Whenever a person tells me my breasts are too small, I laugh and ask them, “Compared to what?”
There are unfair beauty standards, showing perky, full breasts, accompanied with a thin waste, flat tummy, and voluptuous hips. That’s not realistic, and I feel sorry for any man who expects a woman to look that way.
Some women’s thighs touch when they walk, some of them have skin that may hang over their pants when they sit down, some have breasts that are large, some are small, some women have thicker hips, some hardly have noticeable hips at all. All of these things are okay. If we were all meant to look the same, the world would be one heck of a boring place.
Don’t look at the mirror and find faults in your body, look at the mirror and celebrate how unique and beautiful it is! No respectable person worth being friends with, dating, or even listening to is going to disagree with you. :-)
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