Yes, I have fake boobs. I don’t shave my pubes because I like to be natural but I do have fake boobs. For my 18th birthday I got to pick between the practicality of my own car or the vanity of a boob job, I went with the boob job. I have no regrets!
I am a flat chested gal and I don’t mean for my boob job to shame other tiny boobed girls but it was just something I was really self conscious about when I was a teenager. My two older sisters and my mom have perfect Bs and Cs and I couldn’t even fill an A. People would tease me in middle school when everyone else was filling out. “Amber’s got pimples on her chest!” “Amber’s got two bug bites!” “Amber’s light as a feather, stiff as a board.” They’d call me Spongebob because I was square and curve-less. It sucked and gave ole Amber a chip on her shoulder about the boob stuff.
I thought with my new ta-tas people would finally shut up about my breasts but instead they just throw shade at me. Let’s get real, fake boobs are obviously fake. They look like gum drops not like regular boobs and you can pretty much see that someone has had work done. They even feel different.
Yes, you can visibly see that my breasts aren’t “real,” but they’re mine, I own them! I feel more confident with them and my confidence is the sexiest part of me. I was so insecure about my appearance I’d avoid speaking up, going out and just being myself but after my boob job I had all this new confidence that allowed me to do all the things I couldn’t before. Why would anyone want to take that away from me by calling me a bimbo or telling me that I make women look bad when in fact I make women look good by having confidence and standing up for myself?
Having cosmetic surgery doesn’t mean that I am crazy, or superficial or stupid, it means that society is all of those things because I wouldn’t have felt like I needed a boob job if people didn’t make me feel like I needed bigger boobs. If we stopped going around telling people that they should define their womanhood by their breast size or curves or their ability to make sandwiches in the kitchen, then yes, there might be less boob jobs and maybe I wouldn’t have felt so much relief when I got mine.
Yet, even if that wasn’t the case, even if I just wanted a boob job who even cares? What is the big deal? It’s my body and I can do what I want with it. I don’t go around telling people that they should get nose jobs or facelifts, so people shouldn’t feel the need to tell me I look “fake” at dinner parties when I’ve known them for approximately two seconds.
There is famine, war and oppression and these are just boobs. Get over it.
[Image Via. Shutter Stock / Tony Bowler]