Help! My Ta-tas Are Caught In a Double Bind

For the most part I’ve always liked my breasts, once I was even brave enough to take them out for a public spin on a topless beach in Italy (my husband about died from embarrassment and then excitement lying on the beach towel next to me, nobody else cared)—of course this was before I had kids, resulting in a chest that now looks like two mounds of uncooked and over-kneaded pizza dough.

So I’ve now reached the age where female friends and acquaintances are finished having their families, so some have purchased new boobs. What, you say, aren’t we taught to love our God-given bodies? Well, yeah, and I’m sure they do, they probably just see them as temples with steeples that are wobbly or would look better without all the scaffolding around them. Which brings me to my point, there’s a double bind going on here ladies, one that has our breasts being pulled in opposite directions.

According to Forbes magazine, Salt Lake City is “America’s Vainest City,” scoring above Miami and L.A. I might add. While there were many factors that went into this great honor, the numbers were telling, http://www.forbes.com/. I thought someone at the magazine had messed up until I took a summer walk downtown for a looksie and started listening to the conversations of the women around me. Exhibit A- while at the park a few weeks back, I was eavesdropping on a group of five women sitting on a blanket, their kids on the playground. They were talking about when to get their “boob jobs” (I'm willing to bet that will be the only "job" some of them have outside of motherhood) and what cup size they’d get. I knew for certain these women were LDS due to the other topics they discussed, plus one of them flashed her garments above her capri's every time she bent over.

So, if the LDS church teaches that our bodies are temples, womanhood divine, why the record rush in Utah to change our physical form through cosmetics and surgery? I'm made to feel culturally that if I don't reflect female perfection in body and mind, I'm a failure, a frump. It seems the church sends out one message, mormon society another. Why are the messages contradicting? All I know is that on the morning of the resurrection you’ll know who I am--- I’ll be the only woman whose nipples are still pointing south.