Lets talk about BREASTS

Watching "South Park" brought up the need to introspect an important subject.

Breasts.

By the way, did I say South Park is super hilarious!

So anyways, I just saw this SP episode where one of the classmates, 8 year old Bebe, begins to develop breasts. This leads to a series of events including Bebe wanting a breast reduction to avoid all the attention she is getting, and her friend actually getting a breast implant to compete with Bebe. It ends with all the boys in the class realizing that breasts are stupid and they shouldn't let breasts dictate their judgement of people. Nice ending.

I've had friends with big and small breasts. Through my growing up years I was in a group where breasts were considered a liability. Some of us had a lot, most of us didn't. The ones who had tried to alleviate them somehow - those who didn't pranced around with carefree joy. I would be the latter of course!

So just as I see an eight year old with fake boobs on TV and my friend A tells me about an acquaintance who had grown breasts at an early age, I begin to wonder about my own. There is not much to think about really. And my friends and I have joked about the lack of them so very often that I never thought I would discover something new about these old things.

Young girls are generally found complaining about not having enough. I always knew I have less, but never wanted more either. Now when I look back, I realize how so many of my life choices were shaped by this flat-shaped part of my body. They just never came in my way and gave me so much freedom by not being significant. And what a blessing it has been!

Women with less usually envy those with more - and now have very simple ways of getting themselves some more of it. The fact that I never really gave it much thought makes me see how liberating this whole experience has been for me. I would never trade these precious little baby boobs for anything in the world. After all, its my freedom that is at stake here!