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My dairies as a big breasted representative in the Pink October Month.

October is here again. Drawing the necessary attention to create awareness for breast cancer. However, others perceive it as a time to feast their eyes and enjoy pleasurable views of bare-chested and braless women with stimulated and protruding nipples.


I've always had big breasts. Right from my teenage days, when they started developing, my parents and everyone close to me knew that my breasts would stand out and be very prominent. Having big breasts has been a huge struggle; even though it is admired by many, it also welcomed stigma and physical and psychological challenges.
The size and shape of an individual's breast rely solely on genetics and weight. The breast tissues can loosen due to factors like old age, lack of exercise, weight fluctuations and hormonal changes. Some people have collated the size and shapes of breasts below; Let's have a look.


"Round — The breasts are equally full at the top and bottom.

East-west — The right and left breasts go from the centre of the chest to the sides. The nipples often point in opposite directions.

Side set (widely set) — The shape is similar to the east-west, with a wider space between the breasts.

Teardrop — The breasts are round. The bottoms are slightly wider than the tops, characterized by very smooth lines.

Narrow — The breasts are thin, and the nipples point down. The bottoms are fuller than the tops. The breasts are longer than they are wide.

Asymmetrical — One breast is noticeably bigger than the other.

Bell shape — The breasts are large, full at the bottom, and slimmer at the top".





The Stigma and challenges: 😭😭😭

Interactions with some people lead me to believe that everyone with big breasts have had plastic surgery or have undergone certain medical journeys to attain them. If an individual decides to undergo plastic surgery to attain bigger or smaller breasts, it's their choice. Try not to judge; everyone has a story.
Others also tie having big breasts to promiscuity; πŸ˜’πŸ™„πŸ˜±πŸ€¦. So how come our dear beloved porn stars are not dragging their breasts on the floor?. If we cannot tell an individual's sexual history by looking at their face, then we can't also judge an individual's sexual history by the size of their breasts. What about our beloved grandmothers who had 8 to 12 children.πŸ™„.

My breasts draw unnecessary attention to me, due to the size; thus my preference for dark clothing. The colour helps to take people's minds off the size.
I have also concluded that many people do not take me seriously because of my breast size/looks. As a result, people's first interactions with me are based on unrealistic fantasies and sexuality. They are not able to have other logical conversations with me.
Others also use my breast size as an identity tag; "The Awurama with large breasts".πŸ™„πŸ˜­ Really?πŸ˜’. I am much more than large breasts; I have a huge heart as well.

On days that I wear a blouse that exposes my cleavage, a lot of people would fix their gaze on my breasts and would even fail to look me in the eye whiles we are having a conversation.

Some of the physical challenges usually include back and shoulder pain. Personally, it feels like someone has placed a bucket of water on my chest; especially when I'm ovulating.

Due to the weight of my breasts, I have to consciously replace my bras every three to four months with new ones. Funding and finding the right size is also another story for another day. 


I usually have to dedicate a whole day to combing the whole of Accra Central supermarkets to find the right cup size; which is also usually futile. I then have to proceed to my tailor's shop to get the widths altered to a smaller size. 
This is because I have large breasts with a narrow waist. Therefore the cup size will usually fit, but the sides/width will be too large.

On the positive side, I have also had the opportunity to meet very prominent people; just because I have big breastsπŸ€“. Many people also admire large breasts and embrace them as part of the human body which has an important biological responsibility in the reprocreation process. 


I am still trying to consciously accept it as a part of my body and do the best I can to not let it get in the way of my self-esteem.


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