Becoming Proud of My Boobs

It’s strange. Before that remark, I didn’t consider my boobs to be that big. A small part of me was offended. Was she calling me fat? I wondered. But the other part of me took great pride in my tits! Perhaps they made the other girl jealous. I mean, in middle school, girls want big boobs. The boys liked them. Of course, my breast size did not make me any more popular. I was still constantly bullied for my muffin top. And even though I had something that flat-chested girls wanted, it didn’t make me any less jealous of how pretty they were. Plus, I hated having to find bigger bras and shirts. By high school, my boobs became huge! It was harder to find clothes that fit. But as many of the other girls’ breasts grew as well, I didn’t get as much crap about my boob size. Or perhaps I just cared less because I was used to it. I don’t know. <a href="https://medium.com/boobs-breasts-and-mammaries/breast-stories-610de65af4aa">Website</a>