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Big Boobs Aren’t All They’re Cracked Up to Be
Sure, boobs are great. But did you ever think about all the problems that they cause?
Funbags, breasts, bewbs, boobs, bangers, tits, titties, jabs… the list of names for these meat sacks are endless. They’re fun and functional at the same time. But have you ever thought about the serious side of having breasts?
Well, I have; in more ways than one.
A few years ago, I found a massive lump in my tit when I was in the shower shaving. It was beyond me how it had gone unrecognised considering its size, so the shock I experienced was super intense. The thought that I may possibly lose one, let alone have to undergo any kind of treatment for the dreaded ‘c’ immediately scared the shit out of me. Up to this point I had thought of my funbags as nothing more than a hindrance.
Now I was faced with the fact that they might not always be there.
I have always had a weird and possibly troubled relationship with my tits. They started growing when I was about 8, very suddenly and very painfully, until by the time I was 9 that I actually could wear a bra. By the time I was 11, I was a C cup but tried ridiculously hard to hide my new shape. In an all-girl school, people frequently pointed out when I was wearing a bra or had tits, and on more than one occasion, girls pulled my top up…
