Cleavage at the Work Place
Have you ever been told that your cleavage is inappropriate for work? I was told once during the course of a job interview that my cleavage was a little too expository for the job in question. Sure, I admit it, I have big breasts. Moreover my cleavage is pretty spectacular. It’s the stuff of legend. Kidding, only I’m being serious. Anyhow, I wasn’t exactly showing off the goods for this particular job. It’s not like I was applying to be a waitress Hooters. I was dressed pretty conservatively in my opinion. OK, somewhat conservatively: flats, black opaque tights, v-neck black dress with tiny off-white polka dots, and a grey sweater/shrug thingy (which was left opened). The dress was from the Gap for crying out loud, not exactly a shop known for its slutiness.
Still the cleavage was there and it was hard to miss in all its silky smooth wonder. You see, my cup size is maybe one or two sizes bigger than the average Gap dress wearing person, so a dress that would cover all the right places on one girl doesn’t quite cut it for moi. I don’t mind, it looks nice. Feel free to revel in the wonder that are my boobs, but if there’s one thing I dislike is being called out on the amount of cleavage I’ve got happening (a truth that is not applicable to ALL situations, mind you). Look, it’s not like I don’t understand the concept of dressing appropriately for a variety of situations. I get the dress code etiquette. It’s all good.
I just don’t see why I have to avoid wearing certain items of clothing just because I have breasts that lean towards large. A small chested woman will never be told that her shirt is too tight or that she shouldn’t wear v-necks or whatever, but I somehow manage to look slutty wearing a t-shirt for crying out loud. It just, well, to be honest, when I was told that I was a good-looking woman, but that my cleavage shouldn’t be so exposed or that it was inappropriate, I felt embarrassed as all hell and suddenly aware of being female and that that was somehow bad. Before anyone gets all mightier than though, the interviewer that told me this wasn’t being gross or anything and tried to be as tactful as possible, but I could help but feel like that eleven year old that hunches or shoulders, because she doesn’t want people to notice she’s growing a pair of tits under there.
What about you, have you ever felt or been made to feel like your body was inadequate (too little, too much) for the task at hand?
Oh shit, that question just sparked my memory. When I was eleven (or so) I was prancing around my house pretending I was a ballerina or something or other and one of my mom’s friends told me that I could never be a dancer because of my body type. Hmm, the exact words he used were “pleasantly plump”. Now, I’ve never been willowy thin or petite. I’m tall-ish, hourglassy and curvy. Suits me just fine. But seriously, what adult in their right mind talks to a kid that way? Probably had something to do with why I can’t dance in public. Not even if you paid me. It probably also didn’t help that a “friend” made fun of me at a school dance, because of my moves when I was twelve. That pretty much killed all dancing aspirations I ever had.
How about it, has anyone killed your childhood dreams with inappropriate remarks?
Jesus, now all I can think about is ALL THE TIMES someone said shitty things about my body or its functions. Quick, someone tell me I’m pretty.