Having large breasts has definitely impacted my life.

I remember when my breasts first started developing around 9/10, I was suddenly told I couldn't wear the same clothes as my friends. The same clothes that it was okay for me to wear just a few months previously were suddenly "inappropriate". I couldn't understand why. I remember one of the boys in my class making a comment about my chest and the teacher telling me that he did it because I wasn't dressed right. I was wearing the same school uniform as everyone else, it just wasn't made to fit breasts so it was tight across the chest. As I got to be an older teenager, I remember crying and begging my mother to understand that unless I wore a circus tent that made me look 40lbs heavier than I was, you would always be able to tell that I had large breasts. I remember an older lady in the supermarket chiding me to "cover up". I was wearing a regular T-shirt. No cleavage on show. Just the fact that you could see that they were large was apparently inappropriate.

It kind of makes dating a minefield. You get objectified a lot. You get the objectifiers who want to have sex with you and then ghost you. You get the fetishistic objectifiers who are into things like adult breastfeeding, types of femdom or who are looking for a "mommy" (excuse me while I vomit). You get guys who are dying to get your bra off, but when they see your large breasts in all their pendulous, stretch-marked, nipples-pointing-down glory, they ask why your breasts look like an old woman's or "playfully" suggest surgery to make them perkier and rounder (my ex, ugh. I could rant for hours about how porn and the media have made men have no idea what natural, large breasts actually look like, but now is not the time or place). You get "nice guys" who pretend they want to get to know you, but it's painfully obvious that they wouldn't have given you the time of day unless you had large breasts. I've been with guys who have a "thing" for large breasts and because of how much they talked about them, I wondered if they would have even glanced in my direction if they were smaller. I would love for my future boyfriend/husband to not necessarily have a "thing" for large breasts, but rather love me for me and love my breasts because they're mine, not because they look a certain way. Before someone (a man) asks what's wrong with having a preference or for appreciating your partner's large breasts, obviously, there's nothing wrong with either of those things. It's the way in which you go about it. I had an ex who loved to say he "came for the boobs, stayed because of my banging personality" and it just made me feel embarrassed and self-conscious. Thanks for telling me you saw me as a walking pair of tits and not an actual human being!

As someone wrote on r/bigboobproblems the other day, for a society that supposedly adores busty women, we really are cruel and hateful towards them. We shame them for how their bodies naturally look, we tell them they need to cover up and be responsible for men's sexual thoughts about them before they're even in secondary school, we assume they are promiscuous, we objectify and fetishise them, we insult them for not looking like a perfectly airbrushed/surgically enhanced model or porn star. I don't know if I'll ever be comfortable with having such large breasts and have often thought about getting a reduction.