I was on YouTube the other day, on what seemed like (well probably was) my eighth hour looking at beauty gurus, fitness fanatics, and comedic parodies. By then, I was well into the middle of the night and I had this sudden urge to type in ‘having big boobs’ in the search engine. I noticed that throughout my time watching vlogs of women overcoming their body issues and releasing those puppies into the wild without any bra, not one of them was bigger chested. I, myself, happen to carry more baggage below my neck, and all I wanted was to see a woman like me embrace herself.
I kid you not. As soon as I typed in having big boobs, I was slapped in the face with a multitude of videos that really put down big chested woman, AND from big chested women themselves. Type it in on YouTube right now, you’ll see what I mean.
(Here is an actual list of the results, from the top!)
9 Reasons Why Having Big Boobs is the Shittiest Part of the Summer
11 Big Boobs Problems with Lindsey Pelas
Top Ten Reasons Why Having Big Boobs would Suck
I Hate Having Big Boobs
Guys. Girls. I’m dead serious that list did not stop here. Not even close.
I was appalled and deeply saddened that women like me felt such shame for their own bodies. I get it. They get a lot of attention, most of time unwanted. We feel like we can’t wear the same things our small-chested counterpart friends can wear. Or we feel like we could never go to the supermarket without a bra because we can’t stand the stares.
But fuck that. This shit needs to stop. Your boobs are mini goddesses. Embrace them. They’re yours, you own those motherfuckers. No one on this earth has your pair of boobs. They’re unique to you. And they’re hot!
I used to be that girl. Scarf it up, layer on the sweaters, and keep buying more sports bras! Whatever I could cover my body up with from being seen. But then I realized that I was hurting myself more. So what if someone makes a comment? Are they in charge of my life, or am I?
I learned to accept my body for what it is and love the fact that it isn’t anyone else’s. I often go to the supermarket, the mall, or wherever I need to go that day without a bra on and without the need to feel shameful. Men are going to look. Women are going to look. People might make comments. Sadly, this will probably never stop. But oh well. Life goes on. And I want my life to go on without needing to feel disgusted by my gorgeous melons.
To my big bombshell sisters: beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It is subjective. Don’t let anyone tell you that there is one beauty standard. Don’t let anyone make you feel inferior without your consent. It sucks to be put in a sexualized category just because you have honkers, but it’s worse to let it get the best of you. Ignore childish remarks. Don’t let anyone tell you that you cannot wear certain clothes because it is unflattering for your body type. Never be jealous of or criticize our small-chested sisters; they may be going through similar body issues. Learn to love your features. And have fun with them when the time is right, if you know what I mean.
Note: I changed my blog name from My Malena to Malena from Mars because apparently it is the name of an online clothing store. Tell me if the new name is yay or nay. I’d appreciate it.