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Identitty: 48


“As a child I always feared having breasts. I thought that’s one of the most shameful things a girl could  have. I always prayed to God or to the falling stars to not give me big breasts. I thought if they grew in size I would get on a  diet and exercise a lot to reduce the fat in my breasts. I wanted them to  look as small as possible or just make them disappear if I could. When they started growing, I started sleeping in a prone position because I thought I could stop the growth or resist it to some extent. I used to secretly wear my mother’s bras when I was all alone at home for the same reason.

When I was in tenth grade my breasts had grown enough to wobble when I ran. The neighboring aunties would come and tell my mother to ask me to wear bras. They’d talk about other girls and women with bigger breasts and tell me that it would happen to me if I didn’t wear bras. So one day I told my mother to buy me bras because I was worried if I didn’t wear them, mine would also grow big and that was not less than a nightmare for me.

When I was in seventeen, I started loving how my breasts would fill every gap between us when I hugged someone. I felt maybe that’s why they were there because  such hugs were so comforting and still are. And I couldn’t stop falling in love with my breasts. I felt so good and grateful for having the size I have. Both my girlfriends always tell me how beautiful my breasts are. And I feel so blessed to see them love my breasts like they do. They touch them and give me perfect hugs.
There have been times when my breasts have been pressed hard, touched by men, stared at and many other things were done to them. It only made me hate those people but never my breasts. It hurts to be surrounded by such men but I feel they have to change their mindset and we shouldn’t be the ones to step back.

I love myself. I love my hair, lips, skin, waist, arms, nails, nose, eyes and everything about me including  my breasts. I know my body is changing & it will keep changing. But I’ve loved and will love every bit of it. Yes, it has flaws but I love them equally.

Because why not?”

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