Thursday, July 19, 2007

Blogoff Post - Breasts

When I was a teenager I really didn't have any.

Poached eggs maybe.

Bumps that completely disappeared when I lied down on my back.

Even the saying 'More than a mouthful is a waste' couldn't make up for the little I had.

But I ate as much as I wanted and couldn't put on weight. And without any extra body fat my tiny little breasts just weren't going to grow, no matter how many arm exercises I did, chanting 'I must, I must improve my bust.'

And when I got out of hospital four weeks after a car accident, having dropped another dress size, I thought there was no chance.


However, the next three months sitting around watching videos, unable to participate in my usual daily activities (e.g running up three flights of steps with two large pizzas and four bottles of coke) and my less frequent activities (sex!) saw my metabolism began to slow down.

The metabolic effect combined with the side effects of contraception and eating more because I was bored had a noticeable effect. I started to grow breasts, much to my delight. Suddenly there was something to push up with a push-up bra. I developed cleavage. I became voluptuous. Not quite Rubenesque but much more cuddly than skin and bones.

But my new voluptous curves were not just confined to my breasts. I had become curvier all over, curvier stomach, bigger thighs. I had meat on my bones. And I felt healthier. Much more healthier than when I was 48 kilos.

Of course the medical profession doesn't agree. I was mortified when I was told by a doctor doing a health check for my work place that I was obese. I don't feel obese. Sure, it might not always be fun shopping for clothes because designers still design for women with the shape of a fifteen year old boy, but I feel confident in my own skin.

But I get the lectures about the health factors, the need for exercise, the risk of diabetes, stroke, heart attack. And I wonder how unfair is the actual process of losing weight. Can someone explain why the first place that a woman tends to lose weight is her breasts? After all this work! And no matter what I do, I can't seem to shift that spare tyre!


Check out the 20 other bloggers competing in Courtney's blogoff in my sidebar. I'm sure they all have a thing or two to say about this week's topic, Breasts. If you'd like to make a donation to Courtney's three day walk for breast cancer, click on the link.



Other bloggers have talked in previous posts about serendipity. I received the word prompt on Tuesday. On Wednesday I got a call at work from a University. I was curious because I've had nothing to do with this university at all. Apparently they've been trying to locate me for a while for a breast cancer study because of the family history. Not quite serendipity, but certainly interesting timing!

Disappointed there's no photos? You want to see them. Tough titties!

9 comments:

courtney said...

Tough titties. I looove it. I had the opposite problem. Ginormous breasts that wouldn't, and still won't, go the hell away! I'll trade!

QueenieCarly said...

I've grown a pretty nice rack (finally!) in the last few years. Like you, however, it's come at the cost of weight in other parts too. We just can't win, huh?

C~ said...

LOL Tough titties...LOL Love that. I'm with Courtney though. I wonder what things might be different now if I had had been a member of the itty bitty titty club. Might be an interesting rewind.

Shari said...

I remember being a teenager and wishing I had teenies, which was what the girls at school called them when they were A and B cups. Mine, as well as a few other unlucky girls', were referred to as porkies. Mortifying.

And I, too, empathize with you with respect to the all over curves. I would gladly let the hips lose some curve first once in a while!

Dex said...

I will first have to say..I had to go and convert 48 kilos into pounds. (damn Americans not conforming to the metric system!). That doesn't sound too deathly skinny, but it is thin. I can't imagine what you would weigh now that your doctor would call you obese. That's horrible. I think doctor's are evil sometimes.

Second, good for you for loving how you look and feel now. Don't worry about what other people say. We are too hopped up in this society about looks and weight, especially for women.

tarsi210 said...

Personally, I like a women who isn't all skin and bones. Firstly, they're much more comfy to hug and cuddle, and those curves just drive us men wild. Much more attractive. I am sorry that women get the short stick when it comes to losing weight and sacrificing it where they *want* it to be.

Big or small, I don't think anyone has to be ashamed of what they have in terms of breasts. I've known all sizes in my day and it often has more to do with how the breasts fit the person and how they deal with them than how big they are. Us men aren't too picky and if we love you, we love your breasts, too! (mine, dammit!) :)

Vegas Princess said...

I think as long as you are healthy and feel good you shouldn't worry. Doctors can be too extreme at times.

And welcome to the Round Club!

Evey said...

I am in the process of losing weight and I cannot wait for mine boobs to shrink down to an acceptable size once again. lol

one-track-minded-PhD-in-literature-student said...

I must admit I found this blog because I was Googling for 'Rubenesque' and 'breasts'. I know, I know - very sad.

Talking of sad, your doctor should get a life. If you feel healthy, you probably are. And it sounds like you're gorgeous. My wife's got curvy thighs and I love her.

Look after yourself!