We are not our Breasts
If you belong to the gender with two ‘X’ chromosomes, and either your genes or your hormones decided to play a prank on you, you will understand our situation. I am referring to all women with big breasts. But isn’t that a good thing? Men like women with big breasts and other women envy them. So what’s the issue? That, right there. Men like big breasts, that’s the issue.
We want to look sexy, I won’t lie. We want people to look at us. But maybe not the creeps, you know, the ones who don’t blink because they are scared that our rack will disappear if they do. That’s not all, every job we have ever landed has been attributed to our big breasts, because that’s what every employer wants, to run his multi-million dollar company on ‘a pair of boobs’. After all, who needs brains?
Don’t even get me started on exercise. When we run in the park or work out at the gym, the men who think they are being discrete gross us out. There is a certain blood rush through their bodies. But do you know how painful it is for us? When these bouncy structures go up and then down, how much agony each movement causes?
Sometimes we think even our husbands are with us for this one feature of our “personality”. I want to ask men, you do know that we have hearts behind those things you keep staring at right? We are human and have feelings. What if the same thing happened with some member of your family. Actually, I’m sure it does. Go talk to them about how they feel. And then Stop!
There is a thin line between appreciation and harassment. Whether you are plain sleazy, or you think that we don’t deserve credit for the people we are rather than how we look, you need to know this. We are not our breasts. We are not defined by our bodies. We are smart, intelligent creatures capable of achieving much more than your so-called ‘superior sex’. And if you can’t handle that, well that’s your problem…
