Growing up with big boobs is a special type of misery

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Due to boobs being so strongly associated with sex, growing up with big boobs that can't be hidden feels like being forced into a prolonged sex scene for every waking moment that you're around other that weighs on your mind and makes you ultra self conscious about your poster, about how you move as to make sure you're minimizing the amount your boobs move.

Finding clothes and having to look at your body hurts. Making sure your clothes don't emphasize your giant association with sex.

You're told to hide something. You can't be shirtless, that would be inappropriate. But you're not stupid, clearly everyone can see it? If I can't hide it I'm as good as a person being paraded around in the nude to gawk at. Imagine a child dealing with this.

You're just made to deal with this until you can turn it into white noise and become confident enough in the fact that you're body is no more sexual that someone with a flat chest. But even after this you still have to deal with the baggage of ever having to have lived like that.