When I was in middle school, I found myself asking my mom for a bra. Despite not actually needing one, it felt like every girl in the locker room had already made that leap. I was left feeling out of place with my flat chest and no straps to show off. At that time, I thought the “boob fairy” simply hadn’t visited yet. Little did I know I’d be waiting a long while, only for her to arrive with a bag that was nearly empty, offering just a whisper of what I had anticipated.
If there’s a category for “barely-A” cups, I’m its poster child. I proudly claimed my title as the leader of the Flat Girls Club and the President of the Itty-Bitty-Titty Committee. Picture a flat-chested version of a supermodel—I’ve got the same frame without the height. It’s like having Marilyn Monroe’s body, but with an absent bust.
Despite my efforts to embrace body positivity, my small breasts weighed heavily on my self-esteem throughout my life. I often felt “less than” due to my lack of cleavage and the struggle to fill out swimwear. I resorted to wearing padded bras just to create the illusion of curves. I often fantasized about sporting even a B-cup to balance my pear-shaped figure.
Looking back, I see that younger version of myself and feel a sense of pity. She had no clue about the power her small bust could hold.
Once I became pregnant with my first child, I was thrilled to see changes in my body. As my belly expanded, so did my breasts. For the first time, they filled out, and after giving birth, I experienced a dramatic transformation, jumping from a B to a C, and even flirting with a D! Though that was just temporary swelling, I eventually settled at a comfortable B+. In that moment, my breasts finally felt like a symbol of womanhood.
However, it was breastfeeding that truly transformed my outlook. I always intended to breastfeed, but I was unprepared for how it would change my body image. Watching my daughter nurse, I was amazed to realize that my breasts were nourishing her. I saw her grow, her body developing from my milk, and I was in awe. Those tiny, seemingly insignificant breasts were performing a miraculous function—creating life.
As my children grew, my appreciation for my modest bust deepened. When my second daughter was nursing, my brother-in-law and his wife adopted a baby boy who needed breast milk. I was able to pump and feed both of my little ones, marveling at how my breasts were creating nourishment for two babies at once. Breastfeeding became my superpower, transforming my A-cups into a source of strength and vitality.
Years later, even after I stopped breastfeeding, I still regard my breasts with affection. I like to believe I would have learned to love them regardless, but witnessing their incredible capabilities made all the difference. My small breasts remain “perky” after three kids, and I don’t have to worry about sagging. I don’t need underwire for support, and I can easily lie on my stomach without discomfort, even when running or jumping without a sports bra.
Perhaps the breast fairy knew exactly what she was doing after all.
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In summary, my relationship with my breasts has transformed significantly over the years. From feeling inadequate about my small size, I’ve come to appreciate their unique strengths, especially through the miraculous process of breastfeeding. What I once saw as a flaw has become a source of pride and empowerment.