This week I embarked on a self-love challenge. Perhaps my biggest to date. .
For someone who is so passionate about body positivity, I've sadly spent most of my life basing my self-worth on the size of my breasts. I thought to myself, if only mine were larger. If only I looked more like a woman. Maybe then I wouldn't get mean comments. Maybe then I could wear a low cut top with confidence, and be less concerned about looking "like a man". 😞😥 .
I spent years agonizing over what to wear and being too frustrated to buy new clothing. I work in an industry where the image of a woman's body is under heavy scrutiny all the time, and the pressure to fit into societal ideals and feel more beautiful or feminine is suffocating.
I've admittedly considered surgery numerous times. But every time I come back to those thoughts, I ask myself why I am having them. Who is this surgery for? Who is to say that having small breasts and larger muscles makes me any less feminine or womanly than my larger breasted peers? Has society pushed us so far to believe that we must be surgically enhanced to be beautiful? Risking our health and lives for the sake of being more aesthetically pleasing to the eyes of the world? . 😒
I decided that I don't want my breasts to pretend to be something that they're not.
I cannot promote body acceptance if I am actively pursuing the idea of cosmetic surgery to drastically alter my appearance. It is hypocritical of me to express one day that I love my body and then waste time deciding on a bra that will make my breasts appear larger.
I hate to be objectified. And so I am tired of objectifying myself. I am more than a body to be looked at.
I thought that the wardrobe change would cause me to feel self-conscious, but in fact I've found the opposite. I feel more confident and sure of myself than I ever have.
So it's goodbye for now, push-up bras. It's been real (or not so real). Me and my boobies are just fine the way we are. 🌸 #effyourbeautystandards #beyou