I'll be the first to admit it - I have breast envy.  I look at the tits of other girls and then look at my own and curse the Gods for the great unfairness that exists in the world. 

Unlike men and their penile infatuations,  I do not feel the need to compensate for any lack in size.  I do not lie awake at night wishing my boobies were larger. 

Perhaps this is a fundamental difference between men and women.  Perhaps this is one of those "the grass is greener on the other side" issues. 

I'm a small person.  I'm only 5'4" tall (166 cm for you metric folks) and weigh in at about 130 lbs (60 kilos).  I'd be at least ten pounds thinner if not for my tits.  One of my friends in a discussion of my rather large endowment with his girlfriend (hey! what's this! People discussing my boobs!  Sheesh. ) determined that my bosom is so overwhelming not because of sheer size (really, in the grand scheme of things they're not THAT big) but because they're the biggest things about me.  I'm so small and my boobs are so big, it's almost contradictory.

I am forever endebted to that sainted person who decided that two piece swim suits should be sold in two different sizes.  Large top, small bottoms is my fate. 

Oh yes, all you girls with small titties who wear those little halter tops or those cute tops that tie in ways that you could never ever in your wildest dreams wear a bra underneath, you think you're so smug.  You go into Vickie's Secrets and buy those teenie weenie bras rather than having to search for that one style that they carry in your size in a drawer hidden in a corner of the store carefully hidden from view. 

I wish I had smaller breasts so I could buy a bra without it looking like a long lost piece of armor from the Middle Ages.  You see those ads for lingerie and the bras look so cute - until you find one in a 36 D.  Run away. 

"But Sonja, aren't your breasts good for carnal pleasures?"  asks the best friend.  How typically male.  "Isn't bigger BETTER?"  To answer your question : no, not at all.  All you men, before you start groping at my t-shirt, listen carefully - my breasts are not an erogenous zone.  I know you're fascinated with them, but just give me a back rub - will you?  I have a back thing.

For "carnal pleasures" I could do just fine with smaller tits.  I get self conscious when one can plainly see just how big my jugs are.  And they flop around with out a bra and that's just not something I find particularly pleasant.  I have yet to find a guy who finds "Baby, can I just keep my bra on, I don't my boobies flopping" to be particuarly romantic.  Because guys are rather fascinated by the large melons. 

Like I said before, with guys, bigger is better.  But with me, less is more.