So many women practically apologize for having breasts smaller than cantaloupes. Or watermelons. As if size was the only thing that could possibly matter. And that the only thing better than big breasts are even bigger ones.
I’ll just say the same thing women say about dick size: aside from the occasional fetishist it’s surprisingly irrelevant to members of the opposite sex.
I’ll never be judgmental about body parts when we really don’t have much say about what nature gives us.
But I’ll cheerfully be judgmental as hell about being judging yourself or comparing yourself to others. It’s the source of too much self-imposed suffering.
