I stand in front of the mirror, look at myself naked, and all I can think is: are my breasts really that unattractive?
Let me explain: A recent study by researchers at New York University found that the most attractive breasts, according to both men and women, are gay, have close-set nipples, and are medium in size.
In other words, I’m a failure on all counts. At least according to this study.
Frankly, I’m not surprised. I’ve always hated my boobs – almost as much as I’m sure the 1,000 people in the poll would have had they been included. My 36 times-Cs, now undoubtedly Double Ds, were never right.
I don’t know my correct bra size, but I’m pretty sure it’s at least two sizes larger than the bras I wear – bras so comfortable, so old, so stretched , that I can slip into it and still pretend I’m still a C cup.
And I know I am not alone in this struggle.
I’ve always hated having big boobs – and I’d happily hide them under a tent any day if I could
But a recent study conducted found that the most attractive breasts, according to both men and women, are perky, have close nipples and are medium in size.
What a complicated relationship we women have with our breasts. Just like curly girls who want silky straight hair, and vice versa, most women want the exact opposite of what they have – especially when it comes to their chest.
For example, the women whose breasts were featured in the study showing “ideal” breast types had actually posed for these photos while having consultations for surgery.
How ironic that even women who have what are considered the “perfect” pair have, at one time or another, been convinced that they need to go under the knife to improve the appearance of their breasts.
Of course, we have all those friends who love their boobs. But these women are the exception. These are the friends who affectionately call their breasts “the girls”, who are not shy about going out with their cleavage in full view, and who delight in talking to men and watching their gaze constantly dip inches below their chin.
“We still have it,” they say happily, as I stand aside, shuddering in horror at the thought.
Our relationship with our breasts can change over the course of a lifetime, with the consequences of puberty, childbirth and menopause taking their toll.
A friend of mine loved her boobs until she had her third child. But after months of breastfeeding, her once full and high breasts had become saggy and small. So she didn’t hesitate to go to a plastic surgeon and undergo a breast lift, complete with implants.
And now she’s in love with her breasts again, which are spectacular again.
I’ve always hated having big boobs…I don’t want any attention on my body and would be perfectly happy wearing a tent every day
“After menopause, my breasts are now unrecognizable and uncomfortable. Their weight strains my shoulders and back
How can I know? Because last year, we were in a restaurant, with a group of women, and she told us all about her boob job – while posting the results.
‘Look!’ she said excitedly, pulling up her silk camisole and revealing her perfect braless breasts. ‘See how there are no scars? Aren’t they awesome?
The men sitting at the bar almost fell out of their chairs and everyone had ah and aah on his new chest.
‘Feel them!’ She encouraged as we all shyly touched them. It’s hard to believe we weren’t kicked out.
We all have those friends who love their boobs. But these women are the exception.
This kind of confidence is completely foreign to me; I don’t want any attention on my body. If I could wear a tent every day, covering me from neck to ankle, I would be perfectly happy.
Since menopause, I discovered the caftan, it’s the sartorial answer to my tent needs, revealing no cleavage, nor a hint of leg. It’s all I wear.
I’ve always hated having big boobs. Growing up in the 70s, I remember watching the British TV show Top of the Pops and longing to be like one of the show’s all-female troupe dancers.
Skinny was in fashion, as were small boobs and plunging lurex necklines. I dreamed of being one of those women who had no boobs, who could ditch the bras and wear tiny tops that dipped to the navel, showing nothing but taut, tanned skin.
But I wasn’t skinny and my breasts refused to cooperate. Never gay, they were at least…up, at least for a while.
After menopause, they are now unrecognizable and uncomfortable. Their weight strains my shoulders and back. I couldn’t go out without a bra, otherwise I would have to pick them up off the floor (I’m exaggerating a bit).
I wish they were reduced but my husband would be horrified. He loves my boobs and doesn’t know why I’m so hard on them.
I wish they were reduced but my husband would be horrified. He likes my boobs and doesn’t know why I’m so hard on them
Remember: beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So if I ask the right person (i.e. my husband) they are actually pretty darn perfect
It is true that we are constantly fed images of perfect women with supposedly perfect breasts and bodies.
With today’s filters, boobs don’t even have to be perfect to show up online. A quick swipe across the screen and during it can become perky in an instant using a photo editing app.
Just this morning, a video appeared on my Instagram feed showcasing how celebrities use Photoshop before posting. The video showed the actual photo from the paparazzi and then how the celebrities edited it before posting it.
It featured the usual suspects — Kim Kardashian, Kylie Jenner, Bella Hadid, and a bunch of women I didn’t know — but they all did pretty much the same thing with their photos: smooth their facial skin, shrink their waists, and lifted their breasts.
It’s clearly trendy right now to have perfectly perky breasts, but fashions change, and in the meantime, we should work on accepting our breasts as exactly what they’re meant to be, rather than a photoshopped image. perky that bears little resemblance to reality. life.
And perhaps we can seek some solace in this new study, which proves that no matter how we feel about our own breasts, they are rarely judged so harshly by others.
In fact, of those surveyed, none of them cared much about size or symmetry – instead, fullness in the area above the nipple was the highest-scoring category. .
The five most beautiful pairs varied greatly from large to small. Instead of being perfect, they were perfectly normal. And while I’m not sure my own “daughters” would have made the top five, looking in the mirror now, I realize they might not be that far off.
Remember: beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So if I ask the right person (i.e. my husband) they are actually pretty darn perfect.
