Women would always stop me and say “Wow! You’re sooo lucky, I wish I had your boobs, want to give me some?”
They’d laugh at how hilariously original their joke was and go on with their lives. What they didn’t know was that their idea of having big boobs was just a fashion statement but for me and so many others, it was a living nightmare.
What it’s really like to have big boobs
I was a late bloomer compared to my friends, their boobs came in Year 7 while I was still sporting my training bra and stuffing it with tissues (be careful what you wish for). By Year 9 I went from a B cup to a full DD, skipped past pretty bikinis and went straight to anything with underwire.
For the next ten years I would slowly grow to 14GG, and while my weight had been steady in my early 20s they still managed to grow like the Violet Beauregarde of boobs.
For those of you who were blessed with an A-D cup, you were able to avoid the expensive bra shopping and wearing two sports bras during sports. You probably weren’t subjected to men and even women looking at your breasts before making eye contact with you, or suffering egregious back pain and dents in your shoulders, or being frustrated because you can’t find an outfit that fits you properly.
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So I decided to have a breast reduction…
I was on the fence for years before I made the decision. The body positive community that surrounds my curvy dress hire business, 808 Threads, made me realise I deserve to feel confident.