When you finally realize that no boobs in the world—big or small— will get you the guy you have a major crush on,
That big fake implants won’t necessarily get you that dream job (unless the job requires it),
That big boobs won’t get you out of a speeding ticket—because they won’t.
When you realize that happiness doesn’t depend on the dimension of your chest,
That the size of your boobs makes no difference in the bedroom,
That, presence, confidence (and perhaps a fit body)—not breasts—will have all guys turn when you enter a room,
That hugging the people you love as close as possible will mean you’ll actually be able to hug the people you love as close as possible,
That you won’t have to worry about developing indentations on your shoulders or having back pain from carrying “heavy weights” in your front,
That you don’t have to worry about the inevitable eventual sagginess,
When you realize that breasts-cancer survivors may not even have a pair anymore,
You’ll realize just how lucky you are to even have boobs.
And you’ll learn to appreciate your tiny ones and love yourself for all its natural beauty.
Rock on, girl!
Society still has a lot to realize.