Today is the day, all going to plan, I’m having my breast reduction surgery. Many women find it a strange thing to do, and many women pay to have their breasts enlarged. Sure this is a first world problem, but I live in the first world.
Since I was a teenager and my breasts rapidly expanded from flat to buxom in a 3 month period, I’ve been aware of being treated differently than my friends.
During my dating years (both in my 20s and 30s as well as my more recent foray into that scene in my 40s) I discovered that many men assumed that I was “easy” and ”up for it all the time”, but not someone that they’d want to have a relationship with, because of my mammaries. There seems to be an assumption that if you have larger breasts (that can be hard to hide), then it’s fine to be treated as a sex object.
I spent years with men speaking to my chest at work. I’d have to remind them that my eyes were “up here”. You can see that part of my problem was that I just had no idea how to dress them to draw attention away (lower necklines, larger scale necklaces). I may have figured that bit out, but still, I’ve never like running (and even now with some serious sports bra (and I wear 2 at once) I still have to hold my breasts when running. The grooves in my shoulders are deep, and my posture not so great from all that extra weight.
So the next time you see me, I’ll be much more proportioned and I will tell you how I’m feeling.