Feminism and Cosmetic Surgery… aka I hate my boobs.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the feminist implications of cosmetic surgery.

I’m a feminist, and I am opposed to the oppressive, ageist, sexist beauty standard that stipulates that only large, perky breasts are beautiful.

That said, I can’t stand my breasts. I’m only in my mid-twenties, but I’ve got the worst of both worlds… small AND droopy. I only wear an A-cup, but they point straight down. I know it’s going to get even worse as I get older.

While I wish that I could learn to love my body and reject the patriarchy’s beauty standards, I am seriously considering cosmetic surgery. I honestly think that I would feel better about my body if my breasts were larger and not so saggy.

Am I betraying my feminist ideologies if I buy myself a pair of pretty boobs? How can I learn to love my body without spending money to change it?