You Can Still Feel Sexy With Small Boobs

BOOBS. It’s a funny word, isn’t it?

I’ve felt insecure about my boobs ever since I started puberty. Some of my friends already had relatively big boobs even on the first day of Year 8, yet mine were still so small, a 32A to be exact. When every summer came around I’d think to myself, ‘maybe next year they’ll be bigger and I’ll have a cleavage in a bikini’.

I was so obsessed with wanting a cleavage.

I’d always try and push my boobs together in the mirror to see what I’d look like with one. I even tried to pull my bra straps into more of a halterneck style, attempting to lift and push up my boobs. Even push up bras didn’t seem to do anything – it was almost as if there was not enough to actually push up. With a Mum who has very big boobs, I couldn’t seem to understand why mine weren’t growing past an A cup.

I’d watch all of my friends develop more and more, their hips widening and their boobs, blantantly growing. Yet I still felt so childlike. In some ways I still do, sometimes I even see bouncers give me a sarcy look outside a club as if to say ‘you’re not getting in here love’, before they look at my ID and realise I’m actually 21. I guess I wanted boobs to make me feel and look more like an adult woman. Being 5ft tall (or should I say short, lol) and having a young face also doesn’t help.

I’d always blame my boobs if boys weren’t interested in me.

My friends all had that phase of going to parties, getting with boys and texting boys too. I felt like I just couldn’t be taken seriously. I was so painfully shy as well, and my body confidence just made this a hundred times worse. I was always just too scared to make conversation as the voices in the back of my head just said: they won’t like you anyway. It’s really sad to look back on really.

I’m not going to dress this post up and pretend that I went through shit times and now I’ve never been happier with them. I’m still not 100% confident about my boobs and who knows if I ever will be. I do still see other girls with bigger, perkier boobs than me and wish they were mine. I don’t even want mine to be big, I just wish they were slightly bigger.

However, I am saying that I have come to terms more with my boobs and it’s not something that bothers me as much. Aaron has given me a whirlwind of confidence and has made me realise that they’re not the be all and end all, and a decent guy (like him) will love you for who you are inside, and not just on the outside. If any boy out there is willing to turn down an opportunity of getting to know a girl just because her boobs are small, then they can honestly go f*ck themselves.

I’m also saying that you CAN still feel damn sexy with small boobs.

Rock those cute lace bralets. Don’t feel like you can’t wear cute underwear just because you don’t have a huge cleavage. Appreciate that your boobs truly are YOURS and that they are completely unique! Don’t listen to the haters and try to block out those people on social media (particularly men) that seem to think we have to have the ‘perfect’ figure.

There are perks to small boobs too. They’re not heavy, I can run easily, I can lay on my front and there are some items of clothing that do work better for the size that they are. There are both pros and cons to all sizes of boobs. I guess we all want what we don’t have.

And another important thing, we should be grateful for the boobs that we have and be thankful that they are healthy. Try your best not to take them for granted – I know I try to tell myself this.

All I can say is, I’m a fully-fledged member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee and I’m not goin’ nowhere. Who’s with me?!

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