I’ve been well endowed pretty much since the day I entered puberty. I haven’t always been thrilled about it, but by the time I was 14, I was a substantially curvy girl.
Just like life, big breasts are a double-edged sword.
When you’re young, men look at you for all the wrong reasons, and women dislike you for the very same ones. If there was ever a truer example of the phrase a blessing and a curse, large breasts would be it.
In high school, the varsity basketball team affectionately nicknamed me “Milky”. A name like that is hard to live down. I remember one particular day after school when I had taken a tad too much teasing. I came home and slammed my bedroom door while screaming at my mom “Thanks for nothing, mom!” There were tears. Lots of them. Puberty is rough on everyone. I don’t imagine for a moment that anyone gets home free.
As I grew older, I became keenly aware of the power my breasts yielded. They seemed to open doors for me, send drinks my way, brought job offers to the table, and provided an endless line of suitors. They also seemed to escort me to the front of the line at concerts, comedy stores and dance clubs. Of course, in my later years, I realized that it wasn’t my upper torso that was gifting me these things. It was, in fact, the whole package of me. I was fortunate enough to have often been favored, but I was also often mistaken for not being very bright.
Jayne Mansfield, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Jane Russell and Marilyn Monroe didn’t help any. While they all proved, in the end, to actually be quite bright, they spent their careers focusing on their physical assets rather than their intellect.
Like many, I was sucked into the notion that big breasted women were less gifted in the intelligence department. This thought alone is responsible for me joining the chess club in high school. When assumptions are made about you, you will go out of your way to debunk their worth. I was a champion player on our team, but my nickname remained the same.
I won’t argue that large breasts may hold a certain mystique for some. But are they an asset or a disadvantage in business? And so I began to wonder, after all these years, was there any proof out there that women who have large breasts are any less smart? I was in for a surprise.
A Chicago sociologist conducted a study in 2003 where she included 1,200 women with various breast sizes. The aim of the study was to find out if the size of a woman’s breasts had any direct correlation to her intelligence.
The study was thorough and included 5 groups of women with breasts of: extra-small, small, medium, large, and extra-large sizes. It was concluded that women with larger breasts had a 10 point higher I.Q. rating, on average, than their less endowed counterparts.
It was also determined that 83% of the men surveyed (1,650 total), wanted and sought out larger breasted woman as companions. There isn’t a woman in the world that would be shocked by this statistic. Many who could debunk it, but not one who would be surprised by it.
At this point I should share that enhancing ones breasts does not increase ones I.Q. (Duh?!) We have only to look Heidi Montag and Tara Reid. Both I’m sure are very nice girls, but from what I can determine, not the brightest bulbs in the pack.
Having said all this, I know plenty of smaller breasted women who are wicked smart and could probably run rings around me in an I.Q. test. I’m not any too anxious to put my ample curves to the challenge.
Here’s my thought. Women, in general, are smart. Often way smarter than they are given credit for. I speak for myself when I say that I have spent half of my career being underestimated. I’ve always considered this as a huge advantage.
After living with my natural gifts for about 47 years now, I’ve made friends with that part of my body. Especially since the day, a few years ago, when one of my breasts was threatened with a cancer cell. Funny how you realize that you treasure something when there is a chance you may lose it.
Whether the sight of breasts insight attraction, excitement, or interest from others, I think it’s important to remember that they are simply an integral part of our body. Whether they feed our children, help us to feel sexy for our partner or just round out an outfit with some panache, women don’t always appreciated them for what they are. I do now. I appreciate knowing that they are a part of my sensuality, my mothering, and my self-image. Simply put, they round me out (pun intended).
And so it goes back to the age old advice we’ve heard since we were kids; don’t judge a book by its cover. The contents and value of the read are rarely what is depicted on the outside jacket.
Am I smarter because I have larger breasts? Maybe. Maybe not. But I’ll tell you what, I bet I can beat you at a game of chess, cinch a competitive contract, and surpass many (if not all) standards set in the business field.
Not because of my full breasts. But despite them.