Me: “You keep staring at that ladies ass.”
Husband: “Well, it’s huge! I can’t take my eyes off it.”
Me: “You’re always staring at women with big asses.”
Husband: “Not always. Just when they are that big.” He said motioning toward the woman.
Me: “Are you saying you’re a butt man?”
Husband: (turning and looking at me with raising an eyebrow.) “Look at yourself. Do I look like an ass man?”
He had a point. If anyone saw me they would definitely know that my hubby was a breast man. They will notice that my breasts enter the room before the rest of me does.
Big breasts run in my family and there was no way I was getting around getting them.
When I started to grow them in the second grade I was miserable and embarrassed. There were not that many girls my age getting breasts at that time. It didn’t get any easier for me when I reached nmiddle school and the boys’ hormones were raging and they could not get enough of the little girl in their class that had breasts like a porn star.
I remember being in the 8th grade and a few boys came up to me to congratulate me. I could not understand why they were congratulating me. They finally explained that they took a vote and it was determined that I had the biggest breasts in the 8th grade.
I was so embarrassed and just wanted to crawl into a hole.
As I got older it was a little less embarrassing but it still caused some problems for me. Whenever I would get dressed for school I had to fight to conceal the twins so that I would not look inappropriate. For the longest time it played into my low self-esteem and I started dressing like a boy so that they would be less noticeable.
By the time I entered college my mind set had changed a bit and I started to date feeling a little more confident about myself. But not for long. When I met my husband at 18 he immediately took me off the market. Apparently he was a breasts man and thought he had hit the jack pot. According to him, not only was I smart, sweet, beautiful, a little freaky and talented, I had huge breasts!
I love my husband but he needs to know that having big breasts can be a blessing or a curse.
Blessing: It’s not hard to look sexy. Men notice you.
Curse: Men notice you too much. There is a thin line between sexy and slutty and the pain in my upper back and shoulders because my frame is struggling to hold up these things.
Yes, they can be a blessing or a curse.
I have been seeing doctors trying to figure out if it would be best for me to have a reduction. I have been struggling with back issues for a while now and would like to have some relief.
One of my friends thought that it was a cruel twist of fate that she is contemplating getting her breast enlarged and I am trying to get rid of mine. We both wished that there was a way I could give her some of mine.
My husband on the other hand of course does not like the idea of me reducing my breast size. He spent a lot of time researching the process and ways I can get around having them reduced. He has decided to make me do strength training to strengthen my back and shoulder muscles.
I didn’t believe that would work and I thought that it was rather selfish of him to disregard the pain that I am in so that he can keep his big breasted wife.
However, he maybe on to something. The strength training has been helping and I lost a few pounds in the process.
So I will hold on a little longer and not have the surgery just yet. You don’t understand how happy that makes my husband.