What is Normal Anyway?

Hello again, friends! I hope you’re all settling in and feeling welcome here at Bigger Than Life Chronicles. For my second post, I want to share a bit more about my personal journey—the ups, the downs, and the lessons I’ve learned about embracing who I am. 

The Girl Who Didn’t Fit the Mold

Growing up, I was always the “big busted” girl. Even as a teenager, my body seemed to have a plan of its own, developing in ways that made me stand out—not always in ways I wanted to. While many of my friends were still wearing their first training bras, I was moving into sizes that no store in my small town carried. Let me tell you, it was a journey finding bras that didn’t feel like they belonged in my grandma’s drawer!

Self-consciousness was a constant companion back then. It felt like my body was *louder* than I was, and I often worried it was the first and only thing people noticed about me. My bust size wasn’t just “outside the norm”; it sometimes felt like it had its own zip code. 🙃

A Supportive Foundation

I’m incredibly lucky to have grown up in a family that loved and supported me unconditionally. In my family, I was the only one with a significantly large bust, but they never made me feel “different.” My parents, siblings, and extended family focused on who I was as a person, not what size bra I wore. They cheered for my talents, laughed at my jokes, and made me feel seen for me—not just my body.

That foundation of support was a gift, and it taught me an important lesson early on: You are more than your physical appearance.

What is Normal, Anyway?

For a long time, I wrestled with the idea of being “normal.” I’d look at magazine covers, mannequins in stores, or even my friends and wonder: Why don’t I look like that? Why don’t bras or clothes fit me the way they fit everyone else?

But the older I got, the more I began to question: What is normal anyway? Who decides what “normal” is? It’s a word that’s tossed around a lot, but here’s what I’ve come to believe:

Normal isn’t a number, a size, or a standard. Normal is how you feel in your own skin. It’s accepting yourself for who you are and what you have.

For me, that meant learning to embrace my larger bust size—not as something that defined me, but as a part of me that I could choose to celebrate. It meant letting go of the idea that I needed to look like someone else to be happy. And most importantly, it meant realizing that I am the only person who gets to define what’s normal for me.

My Message to You

Guy or gal, if you’ve ever felt like you don’t fit the mold, like your body is “too much” or “not enough,” I want you to know this: You are perfectly normal just as you are. Your body is uniquely yours, and that makes it extraordinary. Forget the molds, the rules, and the expectations—none of that can take away from the beautiful, amazing person you are.

So let’s redefine normal together. Let’s make it about self-love, acceptance, and celebrating the bodies we’ve been given. Whether your curves are big, small, or somewhere in between, you’re part of this journey, and I’m so glad you’re here.

Thanks for reading, and as always, I’d love to hear from you! What’s your take on “normal”? Have you ever struggled with self-acceptance? Drop a comment below—I’d love to chat.  

Until next time,  

Helia/Mandy