Sunday, September 29, 2013
Dupatta (boob) story.
It is just so amazing to read How Complicated Boobs Are!, a comic illustrated by Coleen Clark, dealing with coming of age experience, and the constant commentary women receive about their body parts.
While recalling her memories of her puberty, she says remember being entranced by breasts because they represented adulthood and independence to her. She told the Huffington Post. "I remember seeing the power they had over people, and the bigger the better!"
"You start out happy that you have no hips or boobs. All of a sudden you get them, and it feels sloppy. Then just when you start liking them, they start drooping.”
― Cindy Crawford
We all have our own stories of growing up, memories of puberty and coming of age experiences.
My stories, memories and experiences are tag different.
Actually, I don't give a damn about it, and no one else should give either!
I was happy without them, I am happy with them. I don't mind if they jiggle, or they drop.
I love my boobs and everything. I love myself.
Being a woman, and this a a normal natural part of my body, just like any other part of my body. Some have big one, some have small one, according to their height, structure and weight. If people get hyper excited at having them, seeing them, or even reading that B word, then I can't do anything about it.
I know people go through a lot and think too much about their body image. We all go through this. A normal thing. All you have to do is be natural and free, love yourself and don't over think it ( or anything), because whether you have this thing big, or that thing small, people will make you crazy, no matter what.
It is all about reconciling with your body, and accepting the way it is, because whether you accept it or not, in some area you can do nothing. The sooner you accept and reconcile, the better.
Other options are surgeries, boobs enlargements, injections etc, etc, which I don't know much about. Though, all I know is that, the reduction and enlargement job only make them fake, and fake things never look good on anyone.
Like, if you are big, and plump, you will have big plump boobs, and they will jiggle, naturally. Let them jiggle!
If you are petite, you will have small one.What's the big deal !
You know, sometimes we women make things complicated, which are not that complicated.
So yeah, as we are taking about boobs and its memories, all I remember, when I hit puberty and started having them, I just got a bra.
Went to the bar store, with my mom and had one. No awkward feelings at all, no excitement. It knew it was happening. I knew, whatever happening to me, after this I am no longer be able to wear skirts, frocks, sleeveless and jeans anymore (outside my home).
So, only thing that happened, with having boobs and bra, I started wearing a duptta in school and at home, in front of my dad and every other men, like this.
And, I was actually happy about it. It meant, I was going to be a big girl.
I was fascinated by dupatta, because to me it was my idea of adulthood and independence. I desperately wanted to be a big grown up woman (now regretting), so I could wear one.
I still remember when I was in 1st, and 2nd grade, my target was to pass these grads and anyhow go to grade 3, so I could wear V-type dupatta. And when I was in 5th grade, I wanted to wear those big dupatta, like senior girls used to wear.
And in that desperate wanting to be a adult, grown up, big woman, I never really thought when will I have boobs? when I will wear were bra, how big they will get? or people will staring at my B_OO_bs, etc, etc!
They were no where in the picture_______only dupatta as you can see/read.
It was more important than bra to me. Bra is under your shirt/kurta, on the other hand it is to cover your boob. It is our way of rescuing our boobs from sick staring eyes.
Maybe that is why, I have no feeling or any memory of bra and boobs. All I was looking and observing was dupatta around me.
These days it so damn hot, and only guys are lucky. They can take of their shirt and roam around without any second thoughts or having issue of boobs. They have boobs too, thing is that, they are so damn flat and they don't make them an issue.
Imagine man with boobs_______my god !
I was never shy about my self before, neither I am now, just that my dupatta has gone up to my neck instead of covering my boobs. I have good and satisfied relationship with them, I guess. I just wanted to find bras and clothing items that actually fit me correctly. In home, you will find roaming around without a bra (of course, I'll be wearing a shirt, pagal !).