My breasts enter a room before I do. I’ve named them Chesty McMountains. Okay, not really.
I’ve been self conscious of them since I was a little girl. I would always wear a t-shirt over my bathing suit to “hide” them so boys wouldn’t stare.
It didn’t work.
I’m a petite thing, only 5’2, and I have a D cup. Yowza!
Growing up, and even now, I have the hardest time finding clothes that fit me because of my big boobs. I swear, most of the clothes out there for women are for 12-year-old boys.
Dear fashion industry…Women have Breasts!
It’s almost impossible to find dresses that fit or any clothes for that matter.
They’ll fit everywhere else but when the time comes to zip up, I have to pull and tug to get the zipper past my chest.
My breasts have a life of their own.
Whenever I sit in a booth at a restaurant, they kind of lay up on the table. If I’m reaching for something in a high cabinet and there’s a glass or box of cereal on the counter, my breasts knock those things over like dominos.
Forget about doing something like jogging. I might poke an eye out or give myself a black eye.
When I go down stairs, I have to keep a hold of them so they don’t go flopping around.
I have a love/hate relationship with my breasts.
Yes, it can be entertaining when I knock everything over in my path with my super breasts but at the same time, I’m not the kind of person who likes attention but it’s hard not to get any with double D’s.
If I had my way, I would love to get a breast reduction. Since that’s not going to happen, I’ve reluctantly decided to accept my big breasts.
My husband doesn’t see them as a problem (of course not) and my daughter is entertained by them. I, on the other hand, would love to take them on and off as needed.
Detachable breasts! How great would that be?
It can be frustrating when I find a cute top to wear that some women can get away with. If I put on a cute top that’s a little form-fitting, I look like I should be out on the street as a lady of the night.
What made me even more self conscious about them is when I was in high school, I was sent to the counselor’s office a few times for being a “distraction” just because I would wear something like a tank top.
What did they expect me to do at 16? Duct tape them down. I even had a female counselor call me slutty because although I was just wearing a shirt, my boobs stood at attention.
That incident has stayed with me all of these years. Shame on her for saying that to such a young girl. It wasn’t like I asked to have these breasts. Instead of putting such negativity on me at a young age, girls should be made to feel proud of their bodies, not ashamed.
I wish I could have felt that way years ago but what matters now is I’m finally starting to accept my body the way it is.
Sure, there can be improvements and I’m working on that but I don’t want to have my daughter growing up and go through the same body issues I have.
We women come in all shapes and sizes and shouldn’t be so hard on ourselves when it comes to our bodies. We need to love ourselves the way we are…big breasts and all.
Instead of focusing on the negative, let’s focus on the positive.
What do you love about your body?
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