So many times throughout our lives we are told to be happy with what we’ve got. In many cases, that motto can be beneficial to remember. It can even be helpful when thinking of our breasts. Though I do disagree to some extent; I think altering expectations and having acceptance are more important than just feeling happy with what we’ve got. Societal expectations of women’s gazongas are unrealistic. Not that unrealistic should be shunned, but there should be a distinction and when one isn’t born with these fabulous unrealistic titties, there should be no shame or worry that arises in their heart. And to be clear, when I speak of “unrealistic,” I’m referring to some collective idea of just what a woman’s fun bags are expected to look like. Though everyone will say they have their own opinion of perfect cha chas, and that really any chesticles are good coconuts, it always seems they carry their own opinion of what they should not look like as well and often that is what defines our emotions and thoughts as we look down at our peaches.
This is not a gender issue either. Just as many women believe lady lumps should look and feel a certain way. This could be due to familial influence, our friends in the media, former lovers, who knows. What I do know, is that it’s bullshit. Knockers are and will always be unique to every single woman on the planet and it’s time their uniqueness is glorified and not a compendium of fantastical expectations.
I’m not looking for every woman to all of a sudden take off their shirts, shake their hooters and yell from the tops of their lungs, “ I LOVE MY RACK!” This is not what it’s about. Jugs are too complex for that; they deserve more respect. I value the feelings and thoughts of pain, excitement, frustration, sadness, disease, sexiness, nourishment of a child, loss, excitement, fascination and the occasional musings of…”What will happen to these when I’m 90?” that they bring to their owners. It should never have to be summed up into one little happy word. Let’s start believing in uniqueness as the reality, no one-up-manship, nothing is worse or better. We is what we is, and need not concern ourselves about feelings of perfect happiness with our mammaries.
Tatas for now.