Some men assume large breasts=dumb, and that pisses me off. And when I wear the same basic shirt as a 34B in my office, I’m the one who gets dirty looks. There’s no hiding them, not that I’d want to, but it does suck sometimes when I realize the only reason someone is talking to me is because they like how I look.
I don’t think breast size really matters, but I do think proportion is the key to a nice body. It looks kinda funny when the boobs are gigantic and the body is tiny (Dolly Parton), or when the boobs are small and the butt is really big (Serena Williams).
But, my philosophy is you have to either learn to love what you’ve got or be willing to change it or you’ll be miserable. There’s room for all sizes in this world, and that goes for bodies, boobs, and booties.
I’ve known a couple of girls who planned to get breast reduction surguries, although they cited health related reasons (ie: back problems, risk of suffocation if they fall asleep with their head tilted forward (no really, one of them said this) , etc.)
One actually just went ahead and got the breast reduction, and was mildly amused to realize that none of the guys she hangs out with noticed that she had gotten them reduced until a couple months after the fact when she mentioned it in conversation.
Of course, the Guy Code requires that I bemoan the tragedy of making perfectly good breasts smaller, but the Gentleman’s Credo requires that I respect their decision (especially since I don’t have to carry the things around). Of course, women with back aches are the reason that God gave men the ability to perform swedish massage.
