I’ve Got Big Boobs and I Cannot Lie…
Call them what you will.
Mine came courtesy of my surgeon’s skillful touch this past spring… And nothing about me is embarrassed of that fact.
Am I supposed to be?
Sometimes, I think I am.
Did you know that women who engage in any sort of plastic surgery do so because of their incredible self-esteem limitations and are trying to cover up massive insecurity (I think I heard Oprah say that).
And that women should work at loving themselves exactly as they are and learn to feel beautiful no matter what (after all, beauty comes from the inside, says Ann Landers).
You should also be fully aware of the fact that women who spend an afternoon getting saline pumped into their boobs and then 7-days recovering are shallow, narcissistic and vain (according to the sages of feminine wisdom).
My friends, the great Women’s Liberation Movement is alive and well…
… But the message has become diluted, judgmental and turncoat.
For the record, I have not experienced one email, phone call or correspondence from anyone in my life indicating that my decision to undergo breast augmentation who due to my apparent lack in self-worth.
This blog is not about me launching a counter-attack in defense of any assailants who have wronged me or attempted to discredit my motives.
It’s simply a message that is enormously and undeniably long overdue……
Equal rights for women should be a no-brainer.
Equal pay a definitive.
Our Great Grandmothers fought hard and willingly for the vote.
They stood up against gender oppression and radical unfairness from a male dominated society.
And they did so in the face of ridicule, condemnation and in many cases physical threat (did you know that the common phrase ‘rule of thumb’ is derived from Old English and was a law in Medieval Times that stated a man could beat his spouse with any instrument so long as it was not thicker than the width of his thumb?).
And yet here we stand. Generations later, the benefactors of their incredible fight.
Having paid no debt of our own to gain the rightful liberties we enjoy today and maintain scant more than a weak understanding of what it must to have been like to confront and challenge the status quo…
… But we have become the greatest of villains in undermining their noble quest.
We have chosen to pollute the waters that served as battle ground for the struggle.
And we’ve done so because of our self-authorized and aggrandizing decision to JUDGE our sisters rather than ACCEPT that the defining message our foremothers fought for was simply this….
The ability and freedom to choose what you want to do.
In every capacity.
Emancipated from ridicule and condemnation – the way it was always supposed to be.
They battled so we didn’t have to.
They risked so we could gain.
They were firm so we could bask in the conviction of making decisions for ourselves.
And what we have chosen is to dishonor their sacrifices.
Throw salt in their open wounds.
Kick sand in their now ghostly and long-forgotten faces.
“Can you believe Sally is wearing that?”
“She got plastic surgery? She is SO insecure”
“What a slut…”
Choice in the absence of judgment.
Self-guided options without negativity or verdict from self-anointed guardians of righteous.
Our freedom to choose is not as free as it should be.
But this time, it’s because of our own doing.