The Great Bra Struggle: Putting On My Second Skin Every Morning.
Hey hey, it's your girl Chioma and I'm back to write about them again. We're talking about the yin-yang of my life, the ups and downs, the highs and lows, the big...you guessed it, my boobs. I've been thinking a lot lately about how my massive chest has been affecting essentially every aspect of my life. But don't worry, I'm still trying to keep a positive attitude and a sense of humor about it all.
One of the biggest challenges I have faced is finding a bra that fits well....enough.. It's like trying to contain two giant beach balls in a shoebox. I use to spend hours in stores, trying on bra after bra, only to leave empty-handed and defeated, before eventually going online and having similar issues. And let's not even get started on the prices! It's like trying to buy a used car just to support my chest. But I keep searching, hoping to find that one magical bra that won't squeeze in the wrong areas.
But even when I do find a bra that fits, kinda, it's not always smooth sailing. There's the constant readjusting, the underwire that digs into my skin, the straps that dig into my shoulders, the back pain from the weight of my breasts. It's like wearing a second skin that's constantly reminding me of my chest. But I soldier on, trying to make the best of a difficult situation.
It's not just about finding a bra, though. I also have to deal with other people's reactions to my breasts. It's like having two flashing neon signs attached to my chest that scream "LOOK AT ME!" I've had people stare, point, and make comments, as if I'm some sort of sideshow attraction. It can be uncomfortable and sometimes hurtful, like being a zoo animal on display.
And don't even get me started on trying to find clothes that fit. It's like trying to fit two giant watermelons into a grocery bag made for potatoes. I end up having to either buy clothes that are too big and have them altered, or buy clothes that fit my body and then have to deal with my breasts spilling out of them. It can be frustrating and time-consuming, like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube blindfolded.
One time I went to a friend's engagement party and tried to find a dress that fit. The sales associate didn't realize how massive my chest is because I was wearing something that covered it up. But as soon as I tried on the dress, it was like a muffin top but instead of my tummy, it was my breasts overflowing out of the top. The zipper wouldn't even go all the way up without threatening to break! It was like trying to wrap two marshmallows in a rubber band. Needless to say, I didn't end up wearing that dress.
On top of all of that, there are the physical challenges. My back, neck, and shoulders ache sometimes, and I have to be careful about the activities I participate in. It's like carrying around two giant water balloons that are overfilled and the water wont turn off. Even everyday activities like carrying groceries, washing dishes, even just putting on my bra or standing for long periods of time can be difficult. It can feel like my boobs run the show at times.
Now, I know some of you have messaged me about why I haven't considered breast reduction surgery. It's a valid question, and one that I've been asked many times before. The truth is, while I've thought about it, it's not an easy decision to make, and, at my size, not as easy or safe as other "top surgeries." Surgery is always a risk, and the recovery can be long and painful, but at my size it can be life threatening. The fact that my condition is still pushing my chest to grow is another consideration. Plus, I worry about losing sensitivity or not being able to breastfeed in the future. Ultimately, I've come to accept my breasts as a part of who I am, and I'm proud of them. They may be a handful, or 10, but they're mine and they're fabulous.
Anyway, I just wanted to share a little slice of my life with you all. Thanks for listening, and I hope this post gives you some insight into what it's like to live with macromastia. And if you're going through something similar, just remember, you're not alone.
#BigBoobsBigStruggles
#LaughItOff
#MelonCollie
#CurseOfTheCurvyChest
#BodyAcceptance
One of the biggest challenges I have faced is finding a bra that fits well....enough.. It's like trying to contain two giant beach balls in a shoebox. I use to spend hours in stores, trying on bra after bra, only to leave empty-handed and defeated, before eventually going online and having similar issues. And let's not even get started on the prices! It's like trying to buy a used car just to support my chest. But I keep searching, hoping to find that one magical bra that won't squeeze in the wrong areas.
But even when I do find a bra that fits, kinda, it's not always smooth sailing. There's the constant readjusting, the underwire that digs into my skin, the straps that dig into my shoulders, the back pain from the weight of my breasts. It's like wearing a second skin that's constantly reminding me of my chest. But I soldier on, trying to make the best of a difficult situation.
It's not just about finding a bra, though. I also have to deal with other people's reactions to my breasts. It's like having two flashing neon signs attached to my chest that scream "LOOK AT ME!" I've had people stare, point, and make comments, as if I'm some sort of sideshow attraction. It can be uncomfortable and sometimes hurtful, like being a zoo animal on display.
And don't even get me started on trying to find clothes that fit. It's like trying to fit two giant watermelons into a grocery bag made for potatoes. I end up having to either buy clothes that are too big and have them altered, or buy clothes that fit my body and then have to deal with my breasts spilling out of them. It can be frustrating and time-consuming, like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube blindfolded.
One time I went to a friend's engagement party and tried to find a dress that fit. The sales associate didn't realize how massive my chest is because I was wearing something that covered it up. But as soon as I tried on the dress, it was like a muffin top but instead of my tummy, it was my breasts overflowing out of the top. The zipper wouldn't even go all the way up without threatening to break! It was like trying to wrap two marshmallows in a rubber band. Needless to say, I didn't end up wearing that dress.
On top of all of that, there are the physical challenges. My back, neck, and shoulders ache sometimes, and I have to be careful about the activities I participate in. It's like carrying around two giant water balloons that are overfilled and the water wont turn off. Even everyday activities like carrying groceries, washing dishes, even just putting on my bra or standing for long periods of time can be difficult. It can feel like my boobs run the show at times.
Now, I know some of you have messaged me about why I haven't considered breast reduction surgery. It's a valid question, and one that I've been asked many times before. The truth is, while I've thought about it, it's not an easy decision to make, and, at my size, not as easy or safe as other "top surgeries." Surgery is always a risk, and the recovery can be long and painful, but at my size it can be life threatening. The fact that my condition is still pushing my chest to grow is another consideration. Plus, I worry about losing sensitivity or not being able to breastfeed in the future. Ultimately, I've come to accept my breasts as a part of who I am, and I'm proud of them. They may be a handful, or 10, but they're mine and they're fabulous.
Anyway, I just wanted to share a little slice of my life with you all. Thanks for listening, and I hope this post gives you some insight into what it's like to live with macromastia. And if you're going through something similar, just remember, you're not alone.
#BigBoobsBigStruggles
#LaughItOff
#MelonCollie
#CurseOfTheCurvyChest
#BodyAcceptance
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