“I have always been busty. Some of my most vivid memories from school are of my female classmates giggling and pointing at my large breasts, and calling me out on my bra colour and type. Apart from busty, I have also been overweight for a while now. Many men, lovers, and Tinder matches have time and again informed me that having big tits counts only so long as you have a flat tummy to go with it. This,
among other things, is a clear indication of how strongly foolish societal standards of beauty have been planted in a freakishly large number of minds around us.
Due to all of the above, I grew up having an unhealthy obsession with my breasts. I hated the rest of my body, but I was tolerant of my breasts. Not completely so, though- my overly critical mind detested the way my tits sagged and had stretch marks on them. Eventually, I started dating a man who fixated unhealthily on my breasts during sex. He’d slap them and refused to make tender love to them. It was always about biting, pawing, and slapping. This complicated things even further- I somehow started depending on my tits to be my only attractive physical attribute, and hated myself for it.
One afternoon, things changed. I was sitting with two of my closest friends, my go-to family, if I may. We were pleasantly drunk. Suddenly, one of us decided that each of us simply had to flash the other two her breasts. The objective was to help us love our bodies, because we were a strange group-one hated her small tits, one sometimes hated her large tits, and the other was indifferent to her lovely tits. And so, each one of us stripped, and all the other two did was render verbal appreciation and support.
That afternoon, I realised that my breasts were not just sexual objects. They were beautiful. I was beautiful. They were a big part of me, literally. Since then, I have been consciously trying to have a healthy attitude towards my large tits and large body. Why? Because all of me is a snack, tits included.”
They wanted Oreos drawn on their nipples. They also said -“yin and yang in the background? Or something related to balancing anxiety with optimism?”.