The Curse (or Blessing) of having Big Breasts

Me: “You keep staring at that ladies ass.”

Husband: “Well, it’s huge! I can’t take my eyes off it.”

Me: “You’re always staring at women with big asses.”

Husband: “Not always. Just when they are that big.” He said motioning toward the woman.

Me: “Are you saying you’re a butt man?”

Husband: (turning and looking at me with raising an eyebrow.) “Look at yourself. Do I look like an ass man?”

 

He had a point.  If anyone saw me they would definitely know that my hubby was a breast man.  They will notice that my breasts enter the room before the rest of me does. 

Big breasts run in my family and there was no way I was getting around getting them.

When I started to grow them in the second grade I was miserable and embarrassed.  There were not that many girls my age getting breasts at that time.  It didn’t get any easier for me when I reached nmiddle school and the boys’ hormones were raging and they could not get enough of the little girl in their class that had breasts like a porn star. 

I remember being in the 8^th grade and a few boys came up to me to congratulate me.  I could not understand why they were congratulating me.  They finally explained that they took a vote and it was determined that I had the biggest breasts in the 8^th grade.

I was so embarrassed and just wanted to crawl into a hole.

As I got older it was a little less embarrassing but it still caused some problems for me.  Whenever I would get dressed for school I had to fight to conceal the twins so that I would not look inappropriate.  For the longest time it played into my low self-esteem and I started dressing like a boy so that they would be less noticeable. 

By the time I entered college my mind set had changed a bit and I started to date feeling a little more confident about myself.  But not for long. When I met my husband at 18 he immediately took me off the market.  Apparently he was a breasts man and thought he had hit the jack pot.  According to him, not only was I smart, sweet, beautiful, a little freaky and talented, I had huge breasts!

I love my husband but he needs to know that having big breasts can be a blessing or a curse. 

Blessing: It’s not hard to look sexy.  Men notice you.

Curse: Men notice you too much.  There is a thin line between sexy and slutty and the pain in my upper back and shoulders because my frame is struggling to hold up these things.

Yes, they can be a blessing or a curse.

I have been seeing doctors trying to figure out if it would be best for me to have a reduction.  I have been struggling with back issues for a while now and would like to have some relief.

One of my friends thought that it was a cruel twist of fate that she is contemplating getting her breast enlarged and I am trying to get rid of mine.  We both wished that there was a way I could give her some of mine. 

My husband on the other hand of course does not like the idea of me reducing my breast size.  He spent a lot of time researching the process and ways I can get around having them reduced.  He has decided to make me do strength training to strengthen my back and shoulder muscles.

I didn’t believe that would work and I thought that it was rather selfish of him to disregard the pain that I am in so that he can keep his big breasted wife. 

However, he maybe on to something.  The strength training has been helping and I lost a few pounds in the process. 

So I will hold on a little longer and not have the surgery just yet. You don’t understand how happy that makes my husband.