Since I was nine, I’ve had breasts. Big ones. I am currently a 34 DDD, and growing.
I catch a lot of shit for how big they are, how other girls would kill to have them, how beautiful they are, how lucky I am… but I don’t think the people that say those things understand the constant pain and humiliation I am in. I have back problems, neck pain, severe headaches, among other things. I don’t know if you can see the extent of the chafing and indents in the pictures (please ignore my shitty tattoo I got when I was 18), but they look a lot worse in person. It’s red and bruised under my boobs, on my shoulders, on my back, and my sides. The pictures that I put up are from wearing my bra for just a few hours. I have to save up money for a whole year to be able to buy a bra that usually costs about $50-75 dollars- something that I can’t afford as a student living off of financial aid.
People want to touch them, they ask if they’re real, random strangers- women and men- come up to me and comment on them.
“Wow girl, you really are boob-a-licious”
“How do you walk straight?”
“Can you put those away?”
“Sorry if I keep looking down, those things are really distracting”
“Why would you want to get them reduced??? They’re awesome!!!”.
I get blamed for showing them off, being a tease, looking like a slut. Do you know how freaking hard it is to buy nice clothes that don’t show some cleavage with boobs this big? Yeah.
It’s something that I’ve hated about myself for years and years and years. I’m getting a lot better, and am really starting to love myself again.. I just want people to understand that this isn’t fun for me. That I didn’t ask for these, so don’t tell me to be “thankful that God blessed me”.
So, just.. think. Okay? Before you start telling a girl how hot she is because of her tits. Or before you say anything, really. Because maybe that’s not what she wants to be remembered for.
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