Having boobs is great but they are also the center of attention if you have big ones and decide to show them — or if you don’t have any.

Growing up, I have been one of those flat-chested people. I was always jealous when I saw girls my age showing off their curves in the school’s changing room.

Yet, the day came where I could finally wear a bra. It might not have been a big deal for many, but it was like Christmas and my birthday combined.

I was a real woman now. Even if I was wearing a 32AA cup size and my boobs resembled swollen nipples, I did wear one. I was proud and felt invincible.

However, feelings about my 15-year-old self quickly changed when I showed up at a classmate’s friend’s house party.

The Disastrous Party

That night, I decided to wear my new favorite top — a tight black fabric with sparkly elements on it and low cleavage. Underneath, I was wearing my 32AA cup and was proud of showing off my cute, tiny boobs.

Not for one moment did I question that others might have a different opinion.

So I went into the apartment confident that I was now of “them”. One of those girls who had boobs and could wear clothes that accentuate them.

My excitement quickly stopped when the host of the party walked into the living room, looking at me in utter confusion. He said:

“Why are you wearing a top like that? You don’t have boobs!”

I played strong — but I was dying inside. “Did he really just say that? In front of everyone?”

The issue was, I never questioned his words. I designated them to be the truth. My boobs were too small and not good enough for wearing a top like that. It was proven that my self-perception was wrong and that others’ perceptions were right.

That night, my favorite top became my most hated one. I decided never to wear it again.

A Miracle Happened

After the just mentioned party, I put 4 pads into my bra every time I wore something with a little cutout again. I wanted to make sure that nobody can make fun of my tiny breasts once more.

Yes, 4 pieces of bra pads on each side.

However, a year later, a miracle happened.

I had my first boyfriend and started to take the pill. With that, my boobs grew tremendously. Being an A cup my whole teenage years, I was suddenly a skinny girl with a C / D cup size.

Trust me when I tell you that now the real Christmas, birthday, and Easter celebration began. I finally had real boobs — the types of boobs that others apparently expected me to have. The types of boobs that let you wear tops with low cleavage.

I was certain the bullying would stop. I didn’t have to fear anymore wearing clothes that showed off my curves. Society would finally accept my female body parts.

I was so wrong.

I received weird looks and gazing everywhere I went. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you the exact moment I first heard the following sentence because it’s impossible to count how many times I had to endure it:

“That’s a really revealing outfit! Don’t you want to cover yourself up a bit?”

Wow. Is this planet even for real?

If you have no boobs and you wear a low-cut shirt, you will always be that girl who wears it even though you have nothing to show. If you wear a top with low cleavage and have big boobs, you are a slut.

Writing this makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little.

How the heck on earth is it my fault what my boobs look like?! And who are you to judge how I position or show off my body parts in my clothes?

I Learned It the Hard Way

I was “lucky” enough to be on both sides of the table: having no boobs and having relatively big boobs.

Going through this experience made me realize that if you try to be good enough for others, you will never be good enough.

Remember this: mean people will always be mean and will find something to drag you down. Your job is not to give them the power to change what you think of yourself just because they have a different opinion.

At 28 years old, I am now a medium C cup size. I still have moments where I see people staring, knowing that if I wore the same dress and had a flat chest, it would be more acceptable and less “promiscuous”. But then I remember that they would also find something to complain about if that was the case.

I’m done worrying about what others think.

I am not ashamed of who I am anymore and I am not “sorry” if I wear something that might irritate others or isn’t what they would like to see on me. Most importantly, I am not sorry for the god-given female body parts that I did not choose and cannot change. And you shouldn’t either.

Today, I love my boobs because they are good enough for me.

Not for a random guy at a random party, not for my future boyfriend or future employer — but for me.

No matter what your boobs look like or what size they are — they are perfect and they are good enough if they are good enough for you. If you wait for others to approve of them, you will wait forever.

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