I’m Too Flat Chested

Our “Real Women. Real Stories.” series continues today with Christine’s story. Christine shares one of the lies she most frequently hears when she looks in the mirror. This series features the real women (not actresses!) who shared their real life body image battles in the video trailer for the book, Compared to Who? Five Proven Steps to Improve Your Body Image.  You may also want to check out Christine’s story in the behind the scenes video featured here.

Name: Christine Salinas

My Sign Says: Flat-chested

When I first heard this lie: 

I was in 7th grade, sitting at the lunch table with my friends and my new boyfriend. We were all kidding around, probably talking about someone else, some “outsider.” I wanted so bad to be really admired by being with this guy. I wanted so bad for him to love me.

Then the tables turned. Next thing I knew he was comparing the crumbs on the table to the size of my chest. He even gave hand motions showing there was no real difference between the table and the crumbs. Like little bumps. I was mortified. And then I knew. I knew that he and everyone else didn’t think my chest was good enough. In 7th grade!

Between that event and the onset of puberty (later than most of my friends), I tried desperately to prove myself to be the cutest, the sexiest, to be THE ONE wanted by guys. At the age of 15 I landed myself a steady boyfriend and quickly gave him what I thought would keep him around. I used sex in an attempt to cure my body image issues.

When I most often hear it now:

Summer. When I see the mannequin in a cute dress and it doesn’t look that great on me.

What I do when I look in the mirror and hear the lie: 

I’m tempted with thoughts of having a boob job done, even under conviction that it would not solve any real issues I have.

What I pray for women who share the same struggle I do: 

Lord, help women who struggle with a smaller chest than what is considered ideal to know that they are not defined by a tape measure or a cup size.

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3 Comments
  • Wendy Herrmann Smith
    July 18, 2017

    Oh, Christine. A and AA women of the world unite! It’s better in stores now, but when I was a teen it was hard to find an A cup bra. Now some brands call me petite. Um. Thanks. I think. One lingerie company calls me athletic. That’s a hoot. I try to exercise but I am NOT athletic. Venus Williams is athletic. And not an A cup. Speaking of hoot, do you hate Hooters restaurant as much as I do? I want to shake the women who work there and tell them, “Don’t let this company reduce you to boobs!” I could go on all day. Thanks for sharing your struggle, Christine. You’re the Woman. (Speaking of Woman, did you hear they told Gal Gadot her boobs were too small to play Wonder Woman? I wouldn’t cross Wonder Woman. She will take you OUT.)

    • Christine Salinas
      July 19, 2017

      Thanks so much Wendy for the encouragement! I do hate Hooter for so many reasons. I am sad for the women that work there because they still feel like their value is found in their chest. I am sad for the men who go there for the fact that they are affirming the idea of objectifying women. I am sad for the women who go there who are either objectifying, comparing, or affirming to their men that it’s okay to do those things. I don’t care what people say, it’s not about the wings – they can’t be that great to steal little pieces of your soul.

  • Allyss F
    July 19, 2017

    I can totally relate to the struggle ladies. I was a C cup until I got pregnant, jumped up to a D, which my husband loved, and now I struggle to believe he loves my post-nursing saggy A’s–even though he assures me he does. Lol! Years ago I had a friend get implants and thought how could she do that?! But now, I feel the temptation sometimes. I just can’t justify it though. I’m sure I’d feel better about myself (most days) with firmer and slightly larger breasts, but is that the point of my existence here? To feel better about myself? Why should the size of my bust have any impact whatsoever on the work that God has for me here. I wonder what we will look like in heaven…will we even care? For my daughter’s sake, I don’t want to send a message that boobs are important enough to spend money on…so I will continue to press in to my identity in Christ and resist the temptation to confirm the lie that my boobs matter in the big picture. Thanks for sharing Christine!

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