
Do we all have a little Booberexia?
Well I have to say I don’t usually think about my boobs, until now! But I do think about other things. The things on my body that I feel ‘don’t meet the standards’. Well the standards are freaking everywhere for us to compare ourselves to.
If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Well it seems that our perfectly fine, milk carrying breasts are okay, but we fix them anyways. They are not medically diseased or damaged, just not big enough or perky enough. They just don’t look like the air-brushed boobs in Maxim, so we have to go get them cut open, stuffed and sewed back up. In hopes that they will reflect an image into the mirror we will be happy with.
But where does it end? So you get the boobs “fixed” will you be happy or just have to buy new bras? I mean honestly it will never stop because we are inundated with pornographic images everywhere in our culture so we will constantly feel inferior.



