I used to perform this poem I wrote, called, “Itty Bitty Titty Committee” and I not only loved my small boobs, I embraced them. I embraced every little ounce of them.
For women, this poem was empowering, sometimes I’d get a small standing ovation that oddly always seemed to surprise me. There I was, talking about my small ass boobs that my closest friends and female relatives would tease me about. But it honestly never bothered me. I love my little titties, as my grandmother would call them.
But I was thankful for designers like Victoria Secret. I even owned one of their water bras. It was my favorite and one of the most comfortable bras I owned at the time. So let’s fast forward to now… After losing and gaining weight, add in one greedy breastfed baby boy. Now add on 10 years and over 100 pounds, now subtract 100 pounds.
If I lost you, I understand, because I lost myself and my boobs. Well not literally, but if my boobs could talk, my oh my what would they say and who would they say it to? Maybe, “Help me, I’ve fallen and can’t get up…” But I’m just Tit Talkin cause my boobs can’t talk for me. But I think all three of us would agree that these succulent wine colored raisins hate bra shopping. Sometimes, it’s like no one understands us and our struggles.
Tit Talk: Why I hate Bra shopping!
I can’t tell you when, where or why… But at some point in my life, we began to loathe bra shopping.
As a little girl, I looked forward to buying a bra. But I don’t even remember the age I was when I started wearing bras, I just knew it meant that I was finally becoming or a least on the verge of becoming a woman. But as time progressed, bra shopping got a little more complicated than expected, there were cup sizes, fabrics, different types of straps, some with and without underwire, and widths.
At some point, I don’t even think I knew how to bra shop as an adult, and as I began to gain weight, I just wanted a bra that would hide my back fat, but hold me in. Back then, retailers and designers like Victoria’s Secret are where a lot of average women would go to bra shop.
To me, they were equivalent to Fredricks of Hollywood, so I never went to Victoria’s Secret, I was too overweight to even want to fit into their bras and besides, the places, I went shopping for bras used to only include Sears and Lane Bryant. And so recently I’ve lost quite a bit of weight, and almost nothing fits. My boobs are Aggy
and Saggy, and it’s like they talk about me behind my back as though I’m not here. Literally.
I remember Cleavage, pronounced “Clee-Vodge…” kept us all together, we were balanced and happy. But Cleo has gone away. Now my boobs are just buttery soft fat and skin.
The Water Bra
And Lately, I’ve been wondering if the WonderBra that I had in my mid-twenties, still exists, all this crosses my mind while I’m sweating in this pretty-in-pink dressing room at Vicky’s.
I think I’m on bra number 8 and the bra associate gets more bras. Some of these bras cost over $100 dollars. I’m starting to wonder if it’s all worth it…
Any who, this is just Tit- Talk, I still have to match my panties with these bras.
Beautiful Joi 