“My breasts started growing at the age of 14. I was a super skinny kid and like every ‘normal’ Indian teenage girl in a small town, I was petrified of my body, and the changes. Pubic hair and boobs, especially boobs.

My parents did nothing to help, instead contributed to the entire
embarrassment and discomfort by only allowing me to wear T-shirts two-sizes larger than my actual size. I grew up very conscious and under confident about my body.

When I went to college to another city, that’s when I realised how skinny I was and that I had no boobs. And how stupid my entire family had been asking me to cover up. My boobs were almost the size of lemons on my 5’8″ frame.

A college senior once called me a flatron. Well, I got him suspended but that’s another story.

It wasn’t until the second year of college that I started wearing a proper hook-wali bra. The years that followed were not particularly better. I had low self esteem and thought I was really, really ugly.

After a string of breakups and abusive relationships, I finally met someone who made me feel better about myself. I excelled in my career, worked on my esteem issues, made peace with the past. And I started to put on some weight. My diet was always healthy but I was depressed. I am now fuller, healthier, with round big boobs that bounce a little when I move and are a handful for my lover. Some people may find them a little too big but for me but my boobs remind me of all the battles I have fought, the names I have been called and all the love that I have to offer the world. It does get a little tough for me to find really good bras that fit. I am a 36 D and I love it!

I am pretty sure my breasts are one of the most attractive features of my body, and I am finally not too afraid of baring my cleavage and confidence even if it makes other people uncomfortable. Especially my family.”

They wanted a vintagey background. I used lace.

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