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I have small tits.

I mean, it’s not a secret. If it was, it wouldn’t be a very good one would it. It’s pretty obvious to anyone who meets me.

This is a topic many of my male readers might find difficult to follow. Men don’t really have a constantly visible body part that to some people defines their entire personality.

I got my first bra relatively late, age thirteen. It was a wonderful experience all in all. My mum gave me money so that I could go to a posh department store and have my first bra properly fitted. I was served by a lovely, kind, motherly lady who took to this milestone in a young woman’s life with the respect it deserved. She treated me like her own daughter.

There was a sign saying ‘women only’ when you entered the block of fitting booths. I was allowed in. I was a woman. The saleslady carefully measured me around and under my chest with a measuring tape she casually put around her neck before disappearing out and returning with a black lacy piece with the cups proudly standing to attention.

It fit perfectly.

“You will be needing a bigger cup size soon, you’re still growing,” she said gently with her dry, warm hands resting on my shoulders. Our reflections looked back at us in this small sacred moment of womanhood.

It never happened.

I went through the whole puberty thing. Nothing out of the usual there. I grew taller, my hips got rounder but the anticipated growth in my chest just never happened. I saw the trials and tribulations my friends went through with their ever-changing cup sizes and bouncy bits but my turn never came. Twelve years later I can dig out that very first bra and it will still fit.

The thing is, I don’t have a problem with it. It makes a funny anecdote that I can still wear my very first bra but there is no resentment behind it, which sadly is quite rare among small-chested women I think.

Maybe what makes my situation easier is that I don’t need to look far to find out phenomenon’s origins. When I see photographs of my mum’s side of the family, every woman displays the same body type: tall, skinny and small-chested. My grandmother and her three sisters all did modelling. My mum, their mirror image, was also approached by a modelling agency.

I never quite got to the modelling heights at 5”7 but otherwise I can just look at them and say with confidence that I follow my mum’s blood line of skinny small-chested women. Maybe it would be harder to deal with if my family was chesty and I was the anomaly.

Having small breasts holds a lot of positives: I’ve never suffered back pain or any other discomfort. I’m able to run, jump, fit into narrow spaces and sleep on my stomach without difficulties. On a hot summer’s day I can just leave out a bra and nobody will ever notice. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to suffer with any of the aforementioned and fail to understand why so many women purposefully seek out for it with implants.

I mean, I recognise that not everything is possible for me. I will never have a cleavage worth mentioning and a sweetheart neckline will never ever happen, at least not without tape, but you can’t win them all.

Unfortunately the representation of small-chested women isn’t very positive. I subscribed to r/smallboobproblems on reddit until I had to reverse my decision due to the overwhelming negativity. For someone who has never had any issues with my body on that regard it was saddening to find out that I was in clear minority.

Bar a few positive posts, the subreddit mostly consisted of questions, each stupider than the last: ‘Does exercise help?’ No. ‘Do creams help?’ No. ‘Would you gain weight for bigger breasts?’ Well no because it may not make a difference anyway. No matter what I have weighed it has never had any effect on my cup size, increasing or otherwise. Even if it did, would you risk your health for something as insignificant as that?

Listen, if you want bigger tits, you have two options: Standing up straight, which is what my great-aunt used to say, or getting implants. That’s literally it.

Maybe I’m having a hard time understanding the phenomena because the attention has never been on my chest. Luckily or unluckily every time someone makes any kind of notion about my body it’s about my legs. Legs always the legs forever the legs amen. Even though I’m 5”7 I have 37 inch legs. For a person of my height that’s a lot of legs. Long legs, short back and long arms.

I’ve got my dad to thank for that. Whenever we walk side by side my mum says that people may question whether or not she’s my biological mum but nobody can ever question whether dad is my biological dad. It’s so obvious.

I find solace with chesty women on this accord. It’s a pain in the arse having long legs. There is never enough room for me, I will never exit a car gracefully and finding trousers of any kind is a never-ending sorry tale. All of my chesty friends say they would take up on a reduction if it was offered to them. I’d be happy to have a couple of inches hacked off.  But that’s never going to happen so I might as well make do.

When I was training as a journalist, we were taught to work with what we’ve got in a sense of physics. You can use your size to intimidate, draw attention, set up power balance in an interview. The thing is just to work with what you’ve got. Tall people were told to use their height to their advantage, short people were taught to get around catching attention in a crowded room by other means.

I love wearing short skirts and colourful tights. The fact that it will always draw attention is something I’ve just learnt to live with.

It does sadden me though that small-chested women are portrayed in the media always the same way: insecure and wanting to get surgery. I can understand breast reductions for health benefits, but breast implants literally serve no other than cosmetic purpose. If I was offered free implants, I’d say no. I’m so much more than two reservoirs of fat in my chest meant to feed any of my future offspring.

This is also my message to every woman who has ever struggled with their bouncy bits, big or small.

There is nothing you can do about it without a surgeon’s knife. It’s literally in your DNA. You might as well like yourself the way you are.

 

24 comments

  1. I have very tiny boobs too. Before breastfeeding (and gym), they had a nice shape and I was happy. Now they are two saggy prunes and I’m saving to have plastic surgery. I don’t want two massive balloons, just a normal, not 98 years old looking chest. I really feel conscious about it and, as much as I hate going under the knives, I hate being like this way more (and for the record no, I’m not doing it to attract men, I couldn’t care!).

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    • I can appreciate what you’re saying. I guess that’s something I’ll never have to deal with because I’m voluntarily childless. And I’m not judging anyone for wanting to go under knife but it’s just sad that it seems to be the only go-to option for healthy young women who haven’t got any specific reason like you do.

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      • I know, and before I ended up with rather deformed boobs, I was pretty happy with what I had. Part of the problem of what you say I think is that plastic surgery is shoved down your throat everywhere, like “if you don’t do it you look like shit”. Botox, fillers, breast or butt implants, it looks like “normal” people can’t stay normal if they want “to live a happy life”: if you want to be famous, happy and accomplished you have to modify yourself. That is the message we constantly get through social media, tabloids, stupid reality tv shows. Wtf!

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  2. It’s fascinating that societal ideals for women are skinny for the most part, except some large breasts should be thrown in on top of that. My psych med-induced weight gain has made my boobs bigger, so now I’ve got cleavage that I never used to have. But does that make any difference in my life? Not in the slightest.

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  3. I am also a proud member of the IBTC (itty bitty titty committee). During my teenage years I was somewhat jealous of my peers with massive boobs (anything that’s a C cup or bigger is massive in my opinion😊). I met my lifelong best friend, Wendy, when I was a senior and she was a sophomore. I just to sneak her bras out of her dresser drawer and prance around here room with one cup covering my whole head all the way down to my eyebrows and she’d do the same to me at my house by making a passable pirates eyepatch out of mine. Good times. Fast forward to 2016, Wendy had so many back problems that they were about to cripple her so she had a breast reduction (according to her husband, they took 14 pounds out of each breast). Can you imagine going through life with close to 40 pounds of breasts to haul around?!?!
    She had that much of a reduction and is still a D cup. Her back problems are going to be lifelong. I’m perfectly happy with my little “buddies” and so is my husband. Thank you for tackling a subject a lot of us feel but don’t know how to express😊

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    • Thank you for sharing this! Happy to be a part of the Itty Bitty Titty committee! (I did lol.) I can’t even imagine what it must feel like to have that much weight on your front every single day. I hope Wendy gets some further alleviation to her back pain. Thank you for reading! xx

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      • Wendy is scheduled for another reduction but she has other health issues related to carrying those enormous breasts around for so long. I told her as my bff, that when we got so old that she was tripping over hers, I’d gently heft them into our shopping cart, so she could be comfortable while doing our favorite activity. lol. She’s a really good sport about it with me, not with everyone though. She’s REALLY country and when I tell her that she says, “You dang lucky so and so, your tiny little boobies are in the exact same place on your chest as they were when you were 17. Guess what she’s right. I’m 46 now and mine haven’t budged an inch😂
        I’m glad I came across your blog. I absolutely love it. You sound like a very funny, sometimes irreverent person, just like me. I do so appreciate those character traits in others. xx

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      • Haha, bless her! Your relationship sounds very similar to me and a lot of my friends, one of them famously said to me: “The day you discover that you have actual boobs you realise there’s a tumour.” So much love ❤ Thank you so much, I really appreciate you taking the time to read my stuff xx

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  4. I lovingly refer to my breasts as my “mini-models.” I’ve always been quite happy with them just the way they are. Lately, I’ve been quite pleased with the fact that I can go bra-less, which in my opinion is a plus. Bras are so confining, and after wearing one, I actually get to scratching something awful.

    I’ve heard that ladies with larger chests feel they have to wear a bra, and horror of all horrors have to wear a bra with stays in it. Whatever juices there are in your breasts need to flow freely. 8 hours or more [like sleeping in one] prevents this which plays havoc on your lymph nodes. A no-no for me.

    Loving what you got is far less expensive, and fraught with less worry about mishaps. Besides, if you get fitted bras, tops, dresses, etc., mini models stand out just as much as other breasts. You are a woman – wonderfully made – wonderfully blessed!

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  5. I am the exact opposite of you. Huge cleavage and the shortest legs on planet Earth! My back hurts constantly and I constantly either have to climb to reach something or ask for help. I hate doing both. Lol I would love a reduction but surgery scares me witless so I’ve accepted that I’m always going to stink of topical muscle creams, and will be forced to wear bras that are forever digging into my shoulders or rib cage and will never see a entire movie in a theater because of someone much taller sitting directly in front of today me, but I digress. I have a few issues but being boring isn’t one of them. I’m more than boobs are stumpy legs. I just have to make sure that people see that! 😆

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  6. Love this post Ida. I have big boobs and they are literally a pain! When I was 18 they were nice and perky but now they just hang, going without a bra is pretty much a no and wearing a bra is uncomfortable. I was never going to have small boobs though as every woman in my family, on both sides has big boobs!

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  7. I enjoyed reading the perspective of someone who is the opposite of me, to be honest. I have large breasts and I haaaaaate them. Hate hate hate them. They’re my least favourite thing about me, and have been since they first blossomed onto the scene when I was a teenager.

    But you’re right, there’s not really a lot either of us can do, so we may as well learn to like them! (I’m trying…)

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