“I’ve always have been big breasted, only increased over time. Men, on dating apps, have always tried to ‘guess my size’. Men in meetings seem to stare at my bust more than listen to what I’m saying. Given my size, it’s always been easier for eve teasers to grope me until I found a way to walk protecting my breasts.
My mother has always told me to cover up my chest with loose shapeless clothes or wear a vest in the summer heat, just to hide the enormity.
Over time I became so conscious of my breasts, to the point of feeling that I entered a room with my breasts first. I’d always be petrified of my cleavage revealing.
It’s taken so much time to stop thinking adverse to my breasts, to accept them, and to love them, as a gift given to me by nature.
And what helped me were my cats. They just love to cuddle up on my stomach, with their head on my breast. Like a pillow. The essence of liking my breast has become so simple and pure and innocent, that I cannot hate them anymore.”
They wanted to be drawn ,”in a field of flowers. With a calico cat.”
Background inspiration: Vittorio Zecchin who if I am not wrong is also referred to as the Italian Klimt.
