That Time I Was Told I Had “Itty Bitty Titties”

This past weekend I was at an amazing party celebrating amazing friends and their forever commitment to one another. Simply minding my own business.

As I was preparing my counterpart’s blog for today about calculating your bust size, I couldn’t help but reflect on something a grown man said to me while I was enjoying my time with awesome friends.

I won’t get into all the details of the how or why, but bottom line, he said I had “itty bitty titties”. Hmm… wow… how do you respond to that? Or recover? It actually took me back to 6th grade when a boy put a note in my locker essentially saying the same exact thing. Today, I’m 33 and certainly not that same 11 year old; however, I can’t help but completely identify with my 11 year old self. 22 years later and the sting feels the same. The humiliation is still there. The insecurities are brought on all over again. The hurt doesn’t go away. I’m still very much embarrassed. And feeling ashamed of my body “might” consume me… if I weren’t a strong person. But, I am… I think.


Sure my body isn’t what it use to be. In some ways it’s better and in others it’s just changed. I joke that my belly button is sad and depressed. My OBGYN can feel my chest wall during a breast exam. I’ve been told that my breasts now resemble an orangutan. And I can now add “itty bitty titties” to my list of insults. Awesome.

Getting back to being strong:

  • The breasts that are now “itty bitty” are due to gaining weight quickly during my pregnancy.
  • I breastfed for a combined 10 months so literally the life was sucked from my breast tissue.
  • Breasts are fat and I am significantly lighter than I was pre-baby: 1. because I am thin by nature and 2. because I am ALWAYS on the move chasing after one human or another.
  • I am so incredibly lucky to be married to a strong man who encourages me and dotes on me daily. He loves me for my soul… not my face, body, and clearly not my breasts. And when I bring up breast augmentation, he fully supports my decision, but reminds me of how perfect he thinks I am. It could all be a lie, but hey, I fall for it!
  • Being a part of Austin Moms Blog, I’m empowered every single day by women who know what it’s like to carry and nurse a child and that power is better than any perky cup size.
  • I’m confident in who I am and what I represent, breasts or no breasts.
  • Considering it’s Breast Cancer Awareness month, I’m reminded that having small breasts is MINOR in comparison to what others are facing.

We don’t always know what people are going through and right now, my life is tough for an array of reasons. I’m a strong person, but that doesn’t mean that words can’t break my spirit. I’m sure we can all identify with this, right?

We should celebrate our bodies regardless of the size and encourage one another regardless of how we’ve changed, baby or no baby. Whether it’s a joke or simply teasing someone, poking fun at someone’s body part {or lack there of} is hurtful and in spite of how strong that person may be, those words will haunt them.

I chose today’s image for several reasons. Brooklyn Decker lives in Austin. I don’t know if she wants to be a mom or not, but hey, she’s hot. I chose the tag line from the “All About That Bass” lyrics, because the song is actually the opposite of me; however so many identify with the lyrics.

I may not be all about that bass, but I sure the hell am PERFECT from the BOTTOM to the TOP! 

:: Are you in the 91% or the 9% when it comes to body image happiness? ::

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5 Responses to That Time I Was Told I Had “Itty Bitty Titties”

  1. Ashley October 7, 2014 at 8:34 pm #

    Oh girl. I feel you. And LOVE this post.

  2. april October 8, 2014 at 7:04 am #

    Wow…I think the part of this post that gets me most fired up is the fact that a grown man feels he has the right to casually comment about a woman’s body! How incredibly rude and disrespectful!
    But I also totally sympathize with you on this. I’ve always been extremely small chested, and throughout school it haunted me. I probably got picked on for lots of things – because kids are kids – but that is the one thing that has continued to affect my self-esteem through adulthood. It took having a baby and breastfeeding for me to finally respect my body for what it is: strong, beautiful and perfectly made in God’s image.

  3. mariel
    mariel April 10, 2015 at 10:27 pm #

    my only thought when I met you the other day was: she’s gorgeous! regardless, that man sounds like a sicko. and I can relate to your struggle. when I’m not wearing my trusty VIctorias secret super padded bra ; ) I’m pretty small-chested and this has caused me huge insecurities and a deep desire for augmentation. I only recently decided i won’t be getting surgery because I want to make sure I set right example for my daughter about what it means to be beautiful. still a daily struggle though…and the hurt is real when people especially men feel the need to make disparaging comments. ugh!!!

  4. Wilbert ross June 13, 2015 at 11:30 am #

    U should b proud to b itty bitty I’m a breast man and I find that I like them more than large ones so don’t b sad but glad you have them when u get older then you won’t have them looking south so to speak

  5. Sl July 23, 2016 at 6:56 am #

    I have been both, flat as a teen, now full as an adult. But both are still me. The real problem lies in a human being thinking it is their right to make ugly body comments for no apparent reason? Why is my body your business? Remember, how people act is a direct reflection on who they are, not who you are. And if a man loves you, he is looking at your soul, and trust me, if he says he is happy, believe him.

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