Being a Small-Breasted Girl in a Large-Breasted World

My Thoughts on Small and Large Breasts

Sometimes, I am stricken with total, shocked amazement when I notice that girls in middle school are bouncing around with a C bra size, or even double D's. And, frankly, I can't understand this. What do we blame it on? Hormone injections in the cows we eat, which provide our endless supply of McDonald Happy Meals? Is it something in the water? Who knows...but whatever it is, it is a biological trend that I've been noticing for quite some time now.

You may say I'm jealous. I'm a small-breasted girl in a large-breasted world. Everyone you see, large breasts are glorified. They are placed on a pedestal for all eyes to admire, worship, and adore. Sometimes, that familiar pang of jealousy creeps under my skin. My 36B sized breasts are nothing compared to a pair of 36DD's! And oh, how I remember how my mother used to buy me bras that were 36C in hopes that I would fill them! Well, unfortunately, that never ended up happening. I was, and am, stuck buying B cup bras until a miracle happens that would inflate them twice their sizes.

But then, I remember the advantages of having small breasts. I believe that the main advantage is that men don't have anything to stare at. When a man first sees a woman, one of the first things he scans over are her breasts. He analyzes them, stares at them, and imagines his face buried between them. He tantalizes his senses with thoughts about these huge breasts and everything he can possibly do with him. This is actually hilarious, because if you take a moment to really think...breasts are only for producing milk for offspring. Men are only for depositing sperm, and women are only a means of reproduction. I explain that in rudimentary terms, of course, but there is reasoning behind that madness of thinking.