I'm right there with you, girl. I've been an A all of my life and for a very long time felt self-conscious about it. Until I had kids and breast fed. Then I had BOOBS. Much to my surprise, I HATED them. Well... I loved breast feeding and that they were functioning properly, yada, yada. What I hated was the fact that the were always getting in my way. None of my shirts fit properly... they completely screwed up my golf swing... (which really sucked)...
I laugh about it now because for most of my teenage and early twenty years, I thought I had been genetically ripped off somehow... But now that I am so OVER that notion (and the breast feeding boom of the 90s), I LOVE my smaller breasts.
Before I came along, my H was dating a woman who was the poster girl for the song "She's a Brick House." Stacked and packed. She got lots of looks, that's for sure. But guys LOOK at breasts... that's just what they do. Just like girls window shop. We can't NOT look in the window. But this woman's boobs certainly didn't save their relatonship. Even her boobs couldn't do that.
I asked my H once if he wanted me to get a boob job, and you should have seen the look on his face. The thought had never, ever, ever occurred to him. "Why would you want to do that? What about the health risks?" etc., etc. I told him I didn't want to do it, but like you, I thought boob size mattered to guys...
He said, 'but you are so much more than just your boobs. Your boobs work very well on you. It's not about a certain body part, but how all the parts fit and work together that make you... you.'
I have to say that was one of the sweetest things that man has ever said to me. Obviously, because I still remember it very vividly.
