Why, yes, I did just make a post about my breasts...

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These breasts belong to a professional bra wearer.  
So... breasts.  I've got 'em.  They're these things that get in the way a lot.  I have to holster them into a contraption called a brassier.  They're heavy.  They form considerable cleavage.  I couldn't even begin to tell you how many times there have been crumbs hiding out down there.  They can also be quite dangerous.  Once, when moving a cabinet, one of them busted out a pane of glass!  Breasts seem to be troublesome things, indeed! 

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Oh my good god on a cracker, that right up there runs through my brain on a regular basis.  "They're not that big today...  OMG!  I'm falling out of my top!  Damnit!"  Just like the drawing, it's all about perspective.  When I look down I see ginormous breasts about to fall out of my shirt and I can't believe I've been so indecent.  My sister, coming from a different angle, looking at me, see's that I'm completely covered and looking like I normally do.  

I used to have a different perspective on breasts.  We do not walk about in the nude, so young girls never see real breasts.  But we humans are comparing creatures by nature.  We are always wanting to compare, nothing so much as our own bodies.  There's not much for young girls to compare themselves to, however.  The entertainment industry portrays breasts as huge, perky, pert, round.  They airbrush underwear models for optimal cleavage.  We no longer have torpedo shaped bra's, so all breasts are pretty much the same in a bra.  It doesn't help that cleavage enhancing and push up are highly advertised.  

My teenage self and all of my female peers were always worried that our breasts weren't measuring up to the top standards.  None of us were coming close to what we were told that our breasts should look like by the above agencies.  We felt inadequate; lesser than.  Our teenage minds equalled that only beautiful women had perfect breasts, everyone else were hags.  I had to remedy this.  I simply had to find a beautiful women with my breasts.  

So, when my guy friend was working at the bookstore and told me they kept the porno magazines behind his information desk, I demanded one of women with large breasts that weren't airbrushed, anything not showing "perfect" breasts.  He found one, though was curious why I had to look at porno in the middle of a large and busy bookstore where children were running amok at that particular moment.  

And then there she was.  A woman who's face was beautiful and who had the exact same, non perfect breasts as I had.  I was so elated.  I was not alone.  I was not a freak.  I wasn't expecting to find a match, but I did.  My perspective started to change that day.  Also the illustration I found online once, showing breasts from a front and side view; all different and wonky in their non perfectness... and that they all looked the same in a bra was also a huge help for me.  

I have since learned to accept my breasts.  Females have breasts; all different shapes, sizes and colours. There's no one perfect set a woman should have.  None of us should have ever been told to attain to a certain pair and it is a shame that young girls start puberty thinking they are inadequate.  

These breasts belong to a professional bra wearer.

But, just because I have learned to love my breasts, does not mean I have to show them off all willy nilly to everyone.  I have no problem with anyone that wants to show theirs off completely, or just reveal a lot of them, etc.  It doesn't mean that I have to and it certainly doesn't mean I'm a prude.  These breasts attached to my body belong to me.  I have made the decision about who gets to look at them.  Those people are A] myself, B] my cats (since they're around when I undress) C] and that man I choose to share my life with.  I don't appreciate other women saying I should show them off or allow others to touch them.  I don't tell them what to do with theirs and I don't want them telling me what I can and can not do with mine.  

Which also leads into the obsession with breasts.  

I don't understand the fascination and sheer obsession over breasts.  I want to; I've tried figuring it out, but I just don't get it.  

It can't be because of breastfeeding.  If that were the case then all the girls would be just as obsessed and they aren't considering there are girls who want to love men.  

I read a science article once proposing a theory that when evolution took us from being quadrupedal to bipedal, our bodies compensated so we could still attract a mate.  Basically evolution gave us our hind end view up topside.  Breasts resemble buttocks and our lips represent female genitalia.  If this theory is true, well it kind of creeps me out to be honest that evolution deemed to put my bottom on my face, but also that breasts only really serve as a road map for vaginal intercourse.  We just have advertisement for our girly parts.  Seems a bit unfair that we're a walking billboard for our girly parts, yet guys have no such advertisement.

I get that they're sexy, I just don't really understand why they're so super sexy, I suppose. 

Perhaps breasts really are just magical.  People can't help but stare and want to touch them; think I'm stingy if I keep mine all to myself.  I'll probably never know the answer of why men love breasts so much.  Perhaps I don't really want to know.  Doesn't stop my brain from wanting an answer, however. 

For the breasted and non breasted humans out there.  Take a look at Busty Girl Comics.  Life's all about perspective, from the little things to the major things, breasts included and her comics definitely put things into perspective.

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