“I am the one with really small boobs. When puberty came and I was expecting a miracle but nothing happened. I didn’t need a bra (I don’t think I still need one). All my growing up years I heard the nastiest remarks about having no boobs and no butt.
“Pudhun paat maagun sapaat laagti hai jashi godrejchi kapaat.” (Flat in the front, flat from the back, looks like she’s a Godrej cupboard). I was really conscious of sleeping on my back because they just disappear. I was one of the boys because that’s what I looked like too. At the age of 17, they found a lump in my breast a size of a golf ball. What followed was a nightmare of sitting topless in front of male doctors, mammograms, sonograms and ultimately a surgery which resulted in an ugly scar.
Two years later another lump was found and they had to remove that too. This time they cut open my areola. I didn’t think it was possible to remove anything out of my already non-existent boobs.
I was told to have kids sooner. I always wondered if I would be able to breastfeed them. And with my first born, I couldn’t for 10 days after he was delivered. All the doubts and negativity came rushing forth and postpartum depression was heavy on me. But one day magically he latched on and I fed him all day all night for 14 months. It was painful and tiring but I was so proud of me and my baby. I did the same with my younger one and finally, I had new found respect for my breasts. They were nourishing my children.
Also for the first time in my life, I had cleavage, double yay!. It was very short lasting though. After weaning them, my boobs deflated like a balloon after a birthday party.
But you know what the great thing about small boobs they don’t sag. So I can wear deep necks, and go to the gym without worrying about a sports bra. Yes the husband feels the lack, but my endlessly long legs make up for them (at least I think so). So I love my tiny tits because of what they did to my tiny tots.”