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March 17, 2020


Why Bigger Breasts Are Not Always Better

It astounds me when a woman declares that she wants bigger breasts. I’ve lived in the larger chested side of the world since I was a teen, and let me tell you, it is no walk in the park to be carrying around those extra pounds. Moreover, I also came across men that suffer from that same problem due to their eating habits or abnormal hormonal growth. Such men were always looking for how to hide man breast since all this challenged their masculinity in society. Although there are various supplements and natural ways that can help men with their problems, there was none for women. 

I don’t remember gradually going up in cup size. I remember the days when I was a blessed size A. From my perspective looking back, it seems that one night when I was fourteen, I went to sleep and woke up the next morning with these huge things on my chest that began to resemble carrying bowling balls around in sacks. I was humiliated in high school. There was more than one rumor floating around that I was pregnant because of it and when those whispers subsided, I was simply made fun of. There were those that thought it was their right to poke me in the chest just to gauge the sheer size of them. I spent my life since then trying to hide them, being extremely self-conscious and feeling as if everything I did was centered around the size of my breasts. I even lost weight, thinking that would be the cure. It wasn’t. No matter how thin I was, my cup size did not falter. I remained a size H. 

Emotional trauma aside, there are also physical downfalls to having large breasts. Below, I will explain those physical effects. It could certainly be something worth considering before you decide to increase the size of your chest.

  1. My posture is horrible. I am acutely aware that I walk around like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. To straighten my back and keep it straightened so that I resemble something more like an evolutionist Human being is a feat that causes excruciating pain, which leads me to the next point.
  1. Pain. Lots and lots of pain. When I first started aching, I attributed my pain to simple aging. When my doctor suggested my pain was because of my large chest, I was shocked. My neck and shoulders hurt almost constantly, not to mention the intense digging of my bra straps into my shoulders. My entire back aches most of the time, even when laying down. However, this is only the tip of the ice burg. Performing day to day activities is more often unbearable. The ache becomes stabbing muscle cramps, back spasms, my doctor calls them. After a day of work, I’m even more hunched over than before, sometimes barely able to walk, having to carry a heating pad up to bed with me like someone much older than me. I find myself unable to get through most days without some form of prescription-strength ibuprofen or some other equally strong drug. For a person with an aversion to taking pills, this is very hard for me to do.
  1. I can’t be as physical as I want to be. I would love to spend hours in my garden, run around outside with my kids, be able to jump on the trampoline with them without my chest bouncing up and down so hard that my breasts feel like they’ll fall off my chest. Again, this goes back to the pain. Getting as physical as I want leads to me being unable to walk.
  1. It also has an impact on your wallet. I can’t just go into any store and buy any bra. I have to special order them. They run anywhere from $55 to over $100 depending on the style and brand.
  1. Pretty bras? Forget it! I would love to buy a sexy number to entice my dear hubby but again, to special order something big enough for me, it would cost a pretty penny. I just can’t afford it. I am envious of the women who can go into a department store and buy a pretty pink lace thing off the rack. I’m stuck with the plain extra support bras that I have to sit by my mailbox and wait up to two weeks to receive after I’ve ordered them.
  1. Clothes just don’t fit right. A medium-sized shirt isn’t made for size H breasts. Any shirt I wear has to be one to two sizes too big, leaving extra room around my midsection making me look bigger then I am. Most often, I am mistaken for pregnant like I was in high school. Button-down shirts are also off-limits. I put one of those on and the thing is stretched to the limit around my breasts, threatening to pop a button.

I’ve learned to make fun of myself over the years to offset what other people are thinking. I’ve used it to cope with my ordeal for years. However, the reality is, that I’m unhappy with my chest for both emotional and physical reasons. It’s ridiculous to have to live this way. I’m ready for a change and am calling a plastic surgeon within the week. Stayed tuned for my reduction story.