Taboo

Can we please not go back to seventh grade? I still remember the anxiety that accompanied the anticipation of "tomorrow". Actually, the anxiety is the most clear detail. We had our outfits planned and coordinated, as 7th grade girls often do, and tomorrow was body suits. We were going to wear jeans with a cute, snappy-underneath, skin-sucking-tight body suit. Nothing over it. And my wash-board abs chest was going to be exposed. I don't remember the actual day or how I handled it. Like I said, the anxiety is the only detail that still has real definition.

That anxiety has been present in different potency for as long as I can remember. Until recently.

Do you guys remember those advertisements for pills that would make your boobs grow?!! You know, like your natural potential that was just laying dormant and these little pills would wake up those sleeping hormones and spring you right up to a beautiful B cup... and all natural of course!  My high school-ish days I remember these ads playing again and again on the radio. And I used to dream about buying those. And then with age and culture, boob jobs were a revolving topic of conversation. For years, I said I wasn't a boob job girl even though I was still embarrassed about being so dang flat {tmi: my last trip to Victorias Secret defined my flatness. How many a's are in embarrassed? Just a hint....} Then last year about this time, I told  one of my girls in the small-boob-club that I was thinking about considering a boob job. And that I felt I owed her a heads up after our many conversations.

But recently... I don't know what's happened since last year, but I'm finally kind of ok with my body. I wear a nice Victoria's Secret bra that's got me looking all kinds of curvy when I'm dressed, I get a little help from Lululemon's padded sports bra when I work out, I bought swimsuits that are more flattering for my body type, and thankfully I'm not self-conscious in the bedroom. For me,  I think what it comes down to, is I've always wanted to not want a boob job. I'm guessing that's a big component in how I arrived at the way I feel today.  {And FYI, I've given myself the luxury of being able to change my mind at anytime, FYI...!}

But enough about me. I was talking to one of my other girls in the small-boob-club {because there's a lot of us} and she hasn't come to a place where she feels good about her lack of boobage. But she also hasn't come to a place where she's at complete peace with getting a boob job. Despite having just recently found my own peace, I don't have enough perspective to give good advice on how to find that peace- one way or the other.  

So what do you think about boob jobs?
Is there a way to come to terms with feeling this lack of femininity without getting a boob job?
Is there a way to come to terms with getting a boob job and not feel all vain?
If you have one, what is the good that's come out of it? Do you have regrets? If so, what are they?
What will you tell your daughter when she's in this predicament?