I never understood the fuss about breasts till I turned 18. I think it was only then that I discovered that the chesticles I bore from puberty could actually be assets.
Living With Big Boobs In Asia
In Singapore, having big boobs is not exactly a big deal. We live in a nation where svelte is in, and coming from a neighbourhood school, you notice that the “xiao mei mei” (little girl) look was what really pulled the boys in. Something about their protective instincts kicking in perhaps?
As a teen, I found it hard to find any advantages of a bra cup over size C. Aside from battling body odour, pimples and period pain, I had to fight boob sweat and learn slowly that I just don’t fit into the everyday Triumph or Sloggi brands.
School uniforms were a pain too. Shaped in an unmercifully unsexy way, it meant that I either had to purchase a sack that was two sizes too big, or struggle with multiple safety pins to prevent buttons from popping off.
PE (Physical Education) classes were a new level of hell. Putting aside the fact that I’m terribly unfit, imagine running 2.4km while holding two swaying bags of fat close, in an attempt to keep them from hitting you in the chin. Not easy.
You’d think becoming an adult would have settled my adolescent insecurities, but nooo… growing older, I realised having big breasts led to bigger problems. Oh, the cons were endless…
Singapore’s humidity led to a constant river of sweat between my girls, resulting in nasty eczema that I eventually learned to tame with copious dustings of baby powder.
Sleeping on my back is a nightmare because they’d just pool to the sides of my body. I’d look, and feel, ridiculous. Sleeping on my side is no better — the top one flops on the other. (On that note, there is a mini-bolster you can purchase to separate your puppies here.)
Shopping for an over-the-shoulder boulder holder is close to impossible. The cute ones led to spillage and left ugly lines as they cut into your breasts, and the ones that fit came only in dowdy beige and left you feeling as sexy as, well, grandma. Luckily I found two go-tos – Marks & Spencer and La Senza.
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One could argue that big breasts are sexy, I mean, aren’t they the reason behind thriving push-up bra sales and why girls subject their girls to painful breast-implant surgery?
But sorry to disappoint you, guys, multiple surveys have concluded that big breasts are out. The once-enviable “Baywatch Babe” look is now considered dated. Mashable and Pornhub came together to run an analysis on Pornhub’s visitors, and it was discovered that the term “breast” only made up 1.5 per cent of daily searches. If that’s not the sign of flagging interest, I don’t know what is.
I’ve also conducted a survey with a couple of my friends. Over a few no-holds-barred conversations, we discussed the general opinion of Asian men on oversized funbags, and it was heartily agreed that it wasn’t so much the size of them that mattered, but the proportion of girl to boob. That elusive S-line that Koreans so coveted was what attracted my male friends.
“But, what if the girl has huge boobs and she’s wearing a low-cut top. You’ll still look right?” I asked.
My friend stared at me straight in the eye and said, “If I were wearing FBT shorts, and my ball sack was hanging out. Would you look?”
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Just some final thoughts:
This article was meant to be a fun, bubbly one, something for Breast Cancer Awareness month (October) and just a reminder to love yourself no matter what shape or size your girls are. But with Harvey Weinstein finally getting exposed and #metoo trending on Twitter. I feel this article is relevant to another issue – sexual harassment and abuse. It is one of the biggest issues you face when you have boobs – no matter the size.
I’m not the prettiest, I’m not the thinnest and I’m not the sexiest. But harassment happened to #metoo. My breasts have been the butt of many crass jokes (which I have had to force myself to laugh off), I’ve been approached by strange men, and I’ve struggled to be taken seriously because I am a woman. It is frustrating, embarrassing and I’m often at a loss as to how I should respond. It is not just physical harrassment, but the emotional and mental frustration.
The argument is always the same: they “didn’t mean it”. It’s “just a joke”. I “need to stop taking things too seriously.” “Stop being a snowflake”. “I can’t help it. They’re right there!” No. You don’t get to tell me how to feel, you don’t get to tell me that you can’t help yourself or that you are entitled to your opinions. And you don’t get to tell me that it’s my fault for having my breasts in your face! You take your face out of my boobs! I can’t help the way certain clothes frame my body, and I believe I have the right to dress the way I want.
Learn to keep your mouth shut, learn to look people in the eye and learn that when someone says “enough”, it is enough. It is not your place to draw the line, but the person at the end of your attention who determines the line.
I’m not saying these are trials are only faced by women with boobs, but by women everywhere and in all such of situations and for all sorts of reasons.
All that being said, I’m thankful that I’ve never been sexually abused, but millions of women face this threat daily. Let’s teach our sons and brothers to respect women, to have manners and to have empathy.