Let's have some real talk. I'm aware of the fact that I'm a well-endowed woman. I am reminded of this consistently through everyday activities, not limited to working out, shopping for clothes, putting clothes on, being the recipient of uncalled-for remarks, and simply existing.
In primary school, I was the one who developed first—the Girl With The Big Boobs—and as such, I found myself on the receiving end of incessant teasing remarks from both boys and girls. Looking back, I realize this is all part of the middle and high school scene and that we all dealt with something. Still, some don't realize just how self-conscious that kind of persistent commentary (especially at that awkward stage of your life) can make a person, even when it's about a body part that's otherwise heralded by society.
People struggle to comprehend why, most of the time, I don't necessarily view my breasts as something explicitly positive about myself. They don't understand why I'm not always wearing clothes that accentuate this feature and opt instead for garments that are far more modest. It's because, from an early age, I've learned that it's easier to just not.
And hear me: Poking fun at myself doesn't come from a place of humblebragging, as some have accused, but more of a place of genuine self-deprecation and perhaps even insecurity.
My point is that I'm sometimes exhausted by the restrictions I place on myself out of worry or hyper-awareness. I'm not saying that I want to run out and wear the most revealing clothing possible 24/7. I just don't want to feel bad about, say, wearing a bathing suit top because I feel like I'll be asking for too much attention, or a low cut dress to a bar because people may think things. I do understand that this level of self-consciousness had an understandable origin (all that commentary!), but that it only thrives because I allow it to.
The solution? Stop letting it thrive. This requires internal work, sure, but facing the fear head-on is also effective. On an otherwise unassuming Wednesday, not only did I choose to wear the low-cut dress above, perfectly acceptable in 110-degree Phoenix heat, but I accentuated my décolletage even further via contouring.
The result? Oh, stares, for sure. But even though I felt a little uncertain, I also felt in control, and I felt empowered by myself.
I'm not saying that this look is something I would do every day, but I learned that sometimes it's nice just to take control over your body and do what you want because it's what you want to do.
For those unsure how to contour da bosom: Use a contour brush to apply matte bronzer along the natural arch of your breast. Also apply a vertical line that originates in between and extends upward.
You can also contour your collar bone by applying the bronzer on either side of the clavicle.
Next, apply highlighter on the actual breast, and on the clavicle.
Finally, blend it all out with a super-fluffy blending brush. Once you think you've finished blending, blend some more. Trust.
So, the real question: Did I fix all my problems with a little bronzer and highlighter? Nah. But I'm one step closer.
- What's one of your biggest insecurities? And how do you address it?
- Have you ever contoured your boobs before?