Just Another Member of Your Local IBTC

If anyone who is blood-related to me is reading this right now, I suggest you like, go read something else on this blog. Like, literally anything else. Here's a link to my 'Entertainment' tag. Go find yourself a book review or playlist that you'd want to check out.

Okay, are they gone? They are? Good.

We're talking about my boobs today.

I came to a realization the other day that I think I talk about my boobs and nipples arguably too much for a typical 22-year-old. I feel the need to apologize to my roommate on a daily basis for all of the boob-related conversations that I bring up, usually after I ask her if she can see my nipples through whatever shirt I've decided to wear that day without a bra.

I don't think it's any secret that my boobs are so small and I tend to just go braless most of the time. I mean, there were customers at the store I used to work in who knew this. I don't keep this as private information, I put it out there for everyone and their grandmother's and their grandmother's pet cats to know.

It took me a while to accept the fact that I was never going to have boobs. I thought that maybe I'd hit puberty in that sense after high school. And then I thought maybe when I turned 21 that they'd somehow grow now that I could legally drink all of the alcohol that I wanted to. There was no real logic to that, I just tried to attach the whole boob-growing thing to some arbitrary moment that just never came. But here I am, at age 22, embracing the fact that I might be the president of my local chapter of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee.

(Seriously, if you gave birth to me or took any part in my existence on this earth, I highly recommend not reading this post. It's gonna be real weird)

*This post contains products that were gifted to me, but all opinions are my own*

I tried everything that I could, within reason, to try to make it look like I had a chest in my adolescence. Sadly, no amount of push-up bra that I could buy at the mall helped me out in the department. It always just felt like I was never going to fill them out, even in the smallest cup size I could find at Victoria's Secret. I finally gave up a few years ago and surrendered to bralettes. They're comfortable, they're cute, and they don't remind me every time that I wear them that I don't have enough to fill them out since they cinch to my chest (as long as they're the right size). 

Having a small chest isn't an insecurity for me, so to say. I didn't pray every single night to grow boobs the same way I prayed for a nose job when I was growing up. There isn't any real bad blood between me and my chest. I tend to be pretty happy that I can free-ball it (what is the female equivalent for this? I feel like we should have one) on a regular basis unless I'm wearing something particularly sheer or just an awkward fabric that makes them look a lil sad and saggy (TMI? I don't even know anymore). But, ya know, sometimes you just want a little somethin' somethin' going on when you're feeling a bit sassy. IDK GUYS! You always want what you don't have sometimes, right? Sometimes I just want curly hair and big boobs, namely whenever I see Emily Ratajowski because homegirl, to be completely honest, has a rocking body.

So what's a girl to do when she's feelin' a little bit sassy and wants to step into the world of wearing a bra that isn't almost entirely sheer spandex that she probably spent way too much money on considering the fact that it just barely keeps her boobs in place and her nipples from not showing through everything? That's right, I'm going old school here guys: push-up bras. A concept, right? But what about push-up bras specifically for smaller chests that don't gape on your boobs and leave a gap in the cups even if they are supposedly the right size? I don't know about you, but I hadn't found one, so I gave up.

Aaaaaand then I tried Upbra and for the first time in my life I felt like I actually had boobs. I distinctly remember texting my friend Hannah about it after I got it in the mail and being so excited about the way my chest looked that I nearly accidentally sexted her. Sorry again for that, Hannah! At least I caught myself before I did! The styles are very low maintenance and simple, which is truly all you need. The more complicated the bra, the less likely I am to want to wear it. They give cleavage to those who don't have much going on, lift for those who are fortunate enough to have a little more going on in the chest department, and adjustable straps along the underwire of the bra to control the amount of cleavage you feel like having that day.

I'm still a free-baller at heart, but damn does it feel good to know that I have the proper tools–AKA proper bra–for a more adventurous look, so to say. Now I just need to get myself a nice v-neck...