Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saggy Breasts *Caution-Not for the Queasy*
I don't understand. When I was young I was advised and encouraged to always wear a bra. The terrors of saggy, flabby, ugly breasts in my old age was flaunted before me as the horrific consequences of not doing so. Only a bra would fight and conquer the damages of gravity if I would only wear it faithfully. I was a cup size A+.
I actually had a hard time finding bras to fit me because I was so small. They finally came out with the Barely B which was close.
I grew up in the 60's and 70's. We were the generation that burned our bras. We believed in total freedom and that include our ta-tas. Let them be free!! We would no longer bind them and crush them to our chests. We were "WOMAN" hear us roar!
But not me, I was the good girl. I followed the advice of my elders and feared, as they warned me, the looming dangers of future ugly, baggy, saggy breasts. I bound up those ta-tas absolutely sure I would be perky and bright even in my old age.
I should have looked around me as I was listening to that sage advice of my elders. I should have observed what was right in front of me even then... saggy, droopy breasts. They themselves were sporting the only possible results of age and gravity... breast droppage. I should have paid attention.
I want to know why, all these years later, do I suffer from that same affliction when I was so cautious and followed strict instructions to avoid it? My little A's have grown as I bore children and gained weight. But I continued to bind them and protect them from their "downfall." I now know that their future is/was unavoidable. I suppose it's a bit like all the things mothers don't tell others about being a parent. You just have to live it and experience it yourself. In the meantime, there are myths and rumors we tell the young and uninitiated.
Life is a fairy tale. Right from the Brothers Grimm!