Please note: I started writing this article before recent tragedies took place, and I am by no means diminishing the gravity of those tragedies by not dedicating an article to the various issues that have been brought up. I would like to say that my thoughts and prayers are wholeheartedly with the families and friends of the deceased. It is imperative to stay aware of what is happening around us and to fight injustice, no matter how difficult.
Take a look around you. If you're sitting at home and surfing the web, chances are, you'll see some sort of swim suit advertisement featuring individuals with perfectly flat stomachs and large breasts. Think back to the last couple of movies you saw. At least one of those movies featured someone wearing a low cut top, displaying their “perfect” cleavage. At the end of the day, only a certain body type is shown in the media, thus creating a false image of beautiful. And in reality, the world is filled with bodies of every shape, size, and color, and all of them are just as, if not more, beautiful.
We, as a society, place a heavy emphasis onto things we can see. We focus so much on the outside — appearances, image, presentation — that we sometimes forget what really matters. That person looks physically attractive on the outside, but what are they like inside? The outside of the restaurant looks sophisticated and modern, but is the food served on the inside any good? What about the book you saw at Barnes and Noble? The cover is enticing, but is it actually well written?
Too often, I hear "ew small boobs" and not "ew small dreams." Why are large breasts better? Or, do we just live in a society that dictates big boobs = better? Some thoughts are so ingrained into our minds that we pass them on to our children and to our children's children. The notion that "bigger is better" is such a thought. Having bigger breasts means more partners, more relationships, more "fun times," right? But, if bigger breasts are the only thing someone likes about you, then those partners, those relationships, those "fun times" — are they all meaningful and substantial? Our true selves lie within; our outside image is ultimately reliant on the thoughts we have inside our minds. Thus, if someone is drawn to you because of your ideas, your thoughts, and your mind, they are able to know your inside and outside.
Dreams, unlike breasts, cannot be seen and are not tangible. Dreams can become tangible; if your dream is to invent a new product then you may create said product. But, dreams itself are ideas. For if dreams manifested as physical objects that we constantly carried around with us, we would soon be comparing our dreams to see whose were more attractive.
Breasts may not be a good indication of an individual’s character, but dreams are. Ideas and thoughts shape us, which is safe to say that the unseen is what really defines us. It’s easy to become attracted to the seen; after all, you know it’s there and it’s real. Placing our trust into the unseen makes us vulnerable and susceptible to damage. It is human nature to be afraid of the unknown, but is it human nature to dislike small breasts?
I’m not saying that having or liking big breasts is bad. It’s only when smaller breasts are thought of as “less beautiful” that there’s a problem. I have small boobs. I am not less fun, less intelligent or less happy than someone with larger breasts. My physical attributes do not define me; my mind is teeming with ideas, goals, and aspirations.
I have small boobs, and guess what? My boobs may be small, but my dreams sure as hell aren’t.
