Always Anna

Dashiell’s post yesterday about cleavage got me thinking about boobs. Heheheheh… boobs. Oh, okay, my Beavis & Butthead moment is over. Anyways, I was thinking about boobs, and this got me to think back over my life with my boobs. Good times, man, good times.

I was the one of the first girls in my grade to get boobs - one day I was a normal 6th grade girl, the next, I suddenly needed a 32B bra. After a few months of middle-school taunting, I finally got comfortable with them, and from that point on, a lot of my outfits centered around low-cut or tight shirts that showed them off. From bodysuits in middle school, to unbuttoned button-downs in high school, to tiny tanks in college, I tended to show some cleavage. While I’ve outgrown ridiculously lowcut shirts, I do still occasionally throw the cleavage around - just ask Alexis.

Anyways, as I said on Dashiell’s blog, girls know when a guy is looking down their shirt. And as long as you aren’t being skeezy and gross about it, we’ll let you get away with it. I mean, it’s nice to have a nice body part admired - as far as I’m concerned, a guy taking a quick look at my boobs (as opposed to a drooling stare) is a compliment. Kinda like when a girl compliments my shoes. So… looking is okay. Leering, however, is not. Talking to my boobs instead of my face is also not okay.

And one more thing… a low-cut shirt does not mean that a girl wants to get some action. It does not mean she’s looking for attention, or some guy to hit on her. All it means is that when she was deciding what to wear, that shirt was what looked best on her. So guys - stop acting like cleavage is an excuse to act like a jack*ss. Learn to be subtle.

Oh, and we know when you’re staring at our *ss, too. And just because it looks good in our tight jeans, does not mean we want you to grope it. Keep your hands to yourself.