Women would give their life savings to have what I have on my chest. I wasn’t bragging, but do any research on breast implants and it is true. Period. So given that statement my friends with smaller chests can never understand why I feel my large chest is my worst feature and ruin my life.
I feel my body was put together in some comical assembly line production with whatever spare parts were left over in the bin without a match. I feel like one of those Barbie dolls that would not be able to stand if they were a real person. Where my waist isn’t tiny but average, my lower half build on legs that danced, figure skated, played basketball, did gymnastics, and played soft ball; were rock solid without any ounces of fat. Even my waist line, bigger than what I thought it should be for someone that just got back into working out for the last few years, wasn’t ever more than a size 10 but on top bouncing like two annoying balloons tucked under my sweater where 38 D boobs that jiggled worse than wriggling dogs waiting to be petted.
Nothing brought down my confidence worse in junior high than being the only girl that had large breasts, often teased and accused of stuffing my bra. Where most women had their breasts stop growing by the time the rest of their bodies had, mine just kept inflating to the point where clothing fails to fit me without coming off looking like a stripper, I suffer chronic back pain, it hurts to run and play sports for a long period of time, and I get oggled and drooled on by almost every man I have ever met. Women apparently are also jealous even though I would do anything to trade them in for a nice set of B cups, so they start rumors that I must be a slut.
Nothing is more depressing than trying to find clothing that fits, most of the tops having to bag in the waist if they are to fit perfectly in the boobs. Every day getting dressed is a matter of looking dumpy or slutty. I’ve decided to have a reduction when I can get decent insurance to pay for the procedure.
It is funny the things media will try to market and call beauty. Every woman is special in the way that she was created. I feel for the young women that think having a smaller chest is somehow less desirable and shameful. There will always be men that like either look, but from someone that has unwillingly gone the large chest road naturally, you aren’t missing anything but misery. Of course there may be women out there too with naturally large knockers that may not agree with what I am saying either.
I hate the unwanted attention that my breasts give me. If that makes me feel bad about myself then by all means I should have that right to get rid of the problem. I envy anyone that doesn’t have to go through this situation with their cursed cleavage.