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This is a tough one for me, but I feel so strongly about the issue, I have to tell all you small breasted women the truth about the alternative. I am not at all overweight, but I have large breasts. Cup size E, to be precise. I’m only eighteen, and it really makes life a struggle at times.

Luckily I did developed slowly and it’s only in the past few years that I have experienced being bigger chested. Therefore I can completely relate to the smaller breasted women. (If only my prayers had not been answered so.. .. fully!). Consider the following realities about having big boobs:

1) You get stared at constantly. I struggle with feeling confident because of my chest. Walking down the street I am heckled and propositioned EVERY day, no joke! I do not dress inappropriately in any way; quite the opposite really. And I do not live in a bad neighborhood. People try to tell me that they’re looking my face, but really, come on now – - I’m not as dumb as I look (don’t get me wrong, I am a pretty girl, but in the mind of a man who has only a few seconds to look at you: face or boobs, face or BOOBS?)

2) Which leads me to my next point. (Sigh) I am a smart girl – - top of all my classes smart. But who gives a (beep) when you have big boobs? People cannot take you seriously, mainly because they haven’t heard a word you’re saying as they’re so fixated on your chest, and partly because of the stereotype.

3) All this can lead to a rather poor self image and extreme self consciousness. Smaller breasted women must understand that male attention means nothing when they can’t raise their eyes above your neck. Worse, it leaves you feeling dirty (especially since the majority of men looking are more than twice my age). The shame that comes with showing even the tiniest slip of a breast is a pain I wish on no one.

4) It can truly ruin your entire day as your thoughts constantly trip over contemplating your choice of clothing. Larger breasted women are so restricted in what they can wear. An ordinary singlet can have you looking like a whore while all your friends prance around care free, some without bras! Too often it has stripped away the joy of shopping.

Imagine, small breasted women, going shopping with your friends, (true story unfortunately) and you see the most amazing dress. It’s gorgeous. Price is right, and they have your size no worries. You get into the change rooms (a big breasted woman would never dream of purchasing before she’s seen the fit) and tug it on up. Looking in the mirror; ok, fits like a glove – - except for the undeniable bustiness.

This you can bear (so it shows a little of your bra, that’s ok, it’ll be your Friday night dress. And no, small breasted ladies, us big breasted women cannot buy some “chicken fillets” or go without (go without! God no!). Your friends convince you you don’t look like a hooker. NOW, here comes trouble. You have to get it off! Should have put some more thought into this part. Balling my eyes out after trying furiously to pull the dress off, I eventually let my friend help. There I was, degradingly half naked, crying in the Tommy Hilfiger change rooms as my friend tried to pull the dress off – - stuck at my chest.

5) Well there’s always a reduction, you might argue. Apart from the immense cost of such, you are left with horrid scars, looking like a female Frankenstein, and the almost certain fact of trouble breastfeeding. At least small breasted women can get implants, that is of course if you are resigned to looking like you’ve had an inflatable life support inserted in your chest (be sensible, you will regret even a D cup).

6) One can never be certain of a man’s intentions when you have large breasts. With a smaller chest you are reassured that they are generally interested in you and your beautiful face.

7) Here’s one people rarely consider: your movement is incredibly restricted when you have big boobs. I immediately stop jogging and start walking when a car or another jogger approaches whilst I’m exercising outdoors. This is not me being ridiculous, it’s me protecting myself and my own body image. Feeling dirty and degraded does terrible things to your self esteem. The one that hurts the most, however, is dancing. Apart from the difficult truth of realizing you’ll never get to be a ballerina, no matter how good you are, there is the clubbing issue. Going out is so much fun, until you hit the dance floor and become completely self conscious about your bouncing boobs.

Small breasted women of the world, hear me now: you have NOTHING to be envious of. You must be grateful for what you’ve got; Lord knows you’ll have an easier time of it than me.