A story has been floating around national news outlets that tells the tale of a teenage girl, booted from prom because of the size of her breasts.
High school senior Brittany Minder’s search for her perfect prom dress took her all the way to Canada, and subsequently got her reprimanded at her school dance. Here’s a photo of the dress in question:
Brittany and her parents are hollering “discrimination”, stating that, while the school dress code clearly states that strapless dresses are allowed as long as cleavage and midriff are covered, the school and prom officials are unfairly targeting her because of her large bust. (I’d like to note before continuing that Brittany was not barred from the dance, just given a shawl to cover up with, and admitted alongside other students.)
Now, I can not stress how much I want to be on Brittany’s side. As a fellow busty-girl, I ever-so-desperately want to join in the chorus of outraged cries of discrimination.
But you see, I have eyes. I have two functioning eyes, and if you would go scroll up and take a gander at that photo, go on, I’ll wait…
…you will see that there is definitely cleavage on display. Copious amounts of cleavage, actually. And worse then that, it’s ill-fitting bodice cleavage. If that was her bra, I’d be admonishing her for a terrible fit, and trying to gently prod her into a properly fitting undergarment. There would be no side-boob or quad-boob in sight. Unfortunately, that is not the case. This isn’t a bra. This is a dress. And there’s side-boob galore. It doesn’t fit!
It is so painfully obvious to me that the damn bodice doesn’t fit properly, and yet everyone has their respective panties/boxer shorts/briefs in a bunch over this, shouting discrimination from the rooftops!
“Small busted girls didn’t have to cover up!”
Well no shit, Sherlock. Because small busted girls wouldn’t have cleavage like that on display. The dress code states no cleavage. Rules is rules, ya dig?
Don’t get me wrong, I get it. I’m a 34FF/32G on a good day, and I truly understand the woes of dressing a larger-chested figure. Sometimes it can be a hassle. Sometimes it can be expensive. But you know what? I make it work. There are so many blogs out there nowadays that outline places to shop that cater to a large busted woman. There are tailoring options galore. There are options. All one has to do is seek them out.
I understand that at 34FF/32G, I can not wear the same teeny tiny tops that my smaller busted 34B (though I’d reckon she’s actually more of a 32DD 😉 ) best friend can wear. And you know what? I ain’t mad. I don’t go around screaming indignantly of discrimination when flowy low-cut tops look chic on her, and downright indecent on me. And while I support a person’s right to wear what they choose, when you’re 18 years old and in high-school, the rules still apply to you! Until you graduate, you follow the damn rules. After you graduate, I don’t care if you do cartwheels in your prom dress on the front lawn of the school. Go on with your bad self, girl.
But until then? Quit calling discrimination and start calling it what it is: it doesn’t fit your body. Tailor it, make it work, or find something else. There is actual discrimination happening in this world, so quit whining about your prom dress and wise up.