Boob Shaming
Today I’d like to speak out against a despicable trend in American culture: boob-shaming. For those of you not in the know, boob-shaming is when a girl or woman is made to feel ashamed of herself due to her naturally large ta-ta’s. From the time her knockers begin to show their potential plentifullness it begins. “Isn’t that shirt a little tight?” “I think that’s a too low cut.” “Cover those up.” “Nice tits.” “Whoa” “Honk, Honk!” Basically, as soon as those sweater puppets spring up her childhood is effectively over.
This has to stop! It is not fair that we, the naturally ample bosomed, have to endure these criticisms while society smugly acts justified. We didn’t ask for big boobs (ok maybe some of us did), and we shouldn’t be punished for them.
Do the big-nosed, the chicken-legged, the buck-teethed have to suffer such wisecracks? Well, yes, they do, but most deem it cruel to call these people names.
Isn’t it rude to assume the liberally endowed are slutty, stupid, or without talent? It is wrong to make anyone feel as if they are responsible for others reactions to their body, and that’s exactly what boob-shaming does.
There was a time when I was ordered at summer camp to put a shirt on over my tank top (a regular-ass, non-low-cut tank top). Other girls wearing similar shirts were not scolded. As I looked about I knew why I had been singled out-it was because of my ginormous funbags.
If it’s hot out, do I not sweat? I deserve to wear a tank top just like anyone else. Fat people wear tank tops. And although people may criticize them for being fat, no one assumes they are smutty. On the contrary, people often assume they are jolly! (j/k obviously people are super mean to fat people and feel like it’s totally justified because “health.” Those people are dicks.)
Don’t condescend to those of us with abundant busts. We can’t help it anymore than you can help being ugly.
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