Iï¿½ve been around for a few years now, (54), and Iï¿½ve seen trends come and go, concerning the ï¿½to die forï¿½ perfect breast size. I still recall dear Twiggyï¿½s appearance, on the fashion scene, in the ï¿½sixties. Gone, then, was the busty look so popular in the ï¿½fifties. How go the fashion, film, television, and magazine images projected to the masses, so goes the prevailing ï¿½lookï¿½, for the general public.
Cosmetic surgery has become BIG business. Engineered marketing, aided by celebrities admitting to having this or that enhancing procedure done, led to the average Jane Doe realizing she too, could have the present ï¿½lookï¿½. Why it was simply a matter of whipping out the old credit card, and voila! Big breasts in? She had them! The new seasonï¿½s fashions designed for the less busty? Simple, minimize those boobies! Mature woman suffering from the ï¿½droopsï¿½? Well, get those puppies lifted! Want to get rid of extra fat, showing up on various body parts? Forget a healthy diet, forget ghastly exerciseï¿½merely pop in to your local cosmetic surgeon, and have it all sucked out! Gather together a group of teenage girls, ask them what is their one heartï¿½s desire, and Iï¿½d bet the majority would answer some sort of cosmetic surgery enhancement.
In my early teens, I once admitted to an Aunt that I wished I was a bit heavier, top-side. I remember her shaking her head in the negative, and stating, ï¿½Oh, hon, no! Why, donï¿½t you realize, youï¿½re built to last!ï¿½ Thanks to that statement, I happily accepted my individual ï¿½lookï¿½. And now, in my more mature years, I am mightily grateful for my breast size. www.intouchwithjeannine.com