As a kid something I wasn’t sure how I would come to understand it, was the weird shame that having breasts somehow brings. Like guys, they go shirtless apleanty, and it’s not really a big issue. But a woman who does the same thing, and it’s all “avert your eyes Jebediah”. As a kid like my thinking was that when/if I got breasts big enough to be noticed, that I would just be like “whatever”.
But once it happened, I think the general creepy leerieness of others towards that particular region just made me very uncomfortable about that part of my body. So I guess I got it. But I still don’t really understand it past that. I don’t really find breasts attractive or not attractive. They are just kind of there. I don’t think they work out of context, honestly.
To that end, I wonder why people don’t make a guy with ginormous man-boobs cover up on a non-nudist beach. But a girl with breasts that are even smaller is expected to cover up. That says to me that none of this is even about breasts. It’s about maybe this weird twisted 1950s fetishistic modesty. I’m not saying anything new. All of this is most definitely written about much better in a lot of more qualified places. But I felt it was time we had that talk.
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