I didn't always appreciate being flat-chested. In fact, I spent most of my life trying to pretend I wasn't. Recently, however, I've come to embrace my little boobs: the perks of the perky, if you will. Becoming a mom did wonders for my body confidence. I loved my pregnant body, and hellyes, I love my postpartum body, too. So, if you're a reluctant charter member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, don't dismay. Your day will come, and you too will realize the benefits of being a small-chested mom.
I was a late bloomer. Like, seriously late. I was over 16 years old by the time I got my period, and I still had only the tiniest of breast buds. I wore a padded bra throughout high school, and I remember my horror when I opened my bag after morning dance team practice and discovered I'd left my "boobs" at home. I think I wore my buttoned-up letterman jacket all day, lest someone detect my deceit. The situation improved a bit in college when I gained some weight and started taking the pill, but I never managed more than half a nectarine on each side.
I suppose one plus was that I dated people who weren't chained to superficial standards of beauty. One guy told me that big boobs were "so 1990s." Meeting and marrying a man who loved me exactly as I was really helped me overcome much of my insecurity. Still, it was really motherhood that changed my outlook about my, you know, look. I created life from my own body, so I can't help but love it, small breasts and all.