Today’s guest post is by the lovely Tatiana of DrivenbyTatiana. After seeing the recent post on Musings on Bra Blogging, she decided to share her thoughts on what she thinks is needed in the Bra Blogging world.
As per my usual relationship with the internet, I stumbled into lingerie blogging clicking random links that led to one site after another, when I noticed a very peculiar theme: everyone had large breasts.
The few small breasted bloggers I did discover had gone months without writing anything. On top of that, their sites seemed less tended to, social media a ghost town.
I found it difficult to connect with these full bust blogs and their owners – every time they’d post a review of a lingerie brand, I’d wonder if that bra came in a smaller size. I’m much more interested in what it means to grow up small-breasted, to live in a world where people constantly think you’re a kid (when I was sixteen, someone said I looked nine).
Because breasts are intimately linked with how we talk about womanhood, an oft heard complaint – in my life and others – is being perceived as child-like (in terms of how your body looks, not the actual energy you’re giving off). It encapsulates this feeling that you’re not growing, that there’s more waiting to do, that you haven’t arrived.
As I grew up and attempted to find some solace in my own thin, curve-less body, many of the attempts people made to reconcile their feelings weren’t interesting to me. I didn’t want to describe myself as fey-like, I don’t enjoy sports so being small never helped me, and I still have back pain from poor posture.
There seemed no decent answers to my incessant questionings: how does one come to terms with having small breasts?
My goal isn’t to love my body per se; having an entire lifetime of being made fun of because my body wasn’t developing has certainly left its mark. So I sought out the help of small breasted bloggers, to read their stories so I could finally put much of emotional past where it belonged – in the past.
But there aren’t any small breasted bloggers. Not really.
I scowled, throwing an internal fit, wondering why all the prolific bloggers were well endowed.
Where are the stories of people with bodies like mine? Aren’t there any boutiques especially for A cups and smaller? Or is there just the one or two that every body knows? Why aren’t more people talking about this? How do I get the conversation going?
So here I am, imploring small breasted bloggers to create more content, more often.
We need more stories for women, so ashamed of how small they are, that they rarely leave the house.
We need more stories for women who seek alternative methods (ie BRAVA, herbal remedies) in an attempt to increase their cup size.
We need stories for women who break down in tears when they go to bra section of a store because you feel inept, like you don’t belong.
As both a blogger and someone who is small breasted, I want to see more conversation intersecting the relationships to our bodies, the clothes we wear and what it all means.