An Ode to My Boobs

I remember Mum bought me a sports bra when I hit puberty, that I never grew into. 

Everyone thought I’d get the big titties that I was genetically predetermined to get, but I didn’t and I’m delighted. In my lifetime I’ve been quite surrounded by possessors of The Boobs, many of whom have strong enough feelings about their tits to surgically change them. I know many who have had reductions, and I know many more who have had implants to increase them. These are not minor surgeries, nor are they cheap. I know they can be sexy, gender affirming, and they feel damn nice. So we can conclude overall that tits are important to us. 

For me, they just aren’t though. I watched so many people struggle with back pain or discomfort with larger boobs, in my own family too. I’ve seen the deep bra indents on shoulders, the unattractive bra selection, the squinting from migraines caused by back pain caused by boobs. I’ve seen big boobs, alot, and I rather enjoy them - but are they practical? I’m not so sure. Definitely not sure enough to pay a lot of money, endure a lot of pain and unpaid leave to go and change them, with no guarantee I’d like the result. 

And it’s odd, because I work in an industry with high beauty standards - which society still tells us includes sizeable boobies. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve admired a successful glamorous escort who had boobs my size, only to witness them eventually ‘upgrade’. I’m running out of flat-chested whore idols. It comes up in conversation all the time with clients - regularly I’m told ‘don’t you dare change these’, when I had never once mentioned them or suggested I would. It’s almost an expectation now, that escorts will buy new boobs. And I’m not against people doing that, I believe people should do what makes them happy. For me I guess I’m just already happy - in spite of constant societal messaging, particularly in my corner of the world, that maybe I shouldn’t be.

My boobs are great, honestly. Thankyou to my genetic lottery for giving me these two beauties against all odds. They are reasonably symmetrical, an easy little handful, and most importantly - they don’t cause me any grief. These puppies required no surgery, and they are not heavy or uncomfortable. I can train heavily, jump, skip, run (if I wanted to) without thinking about them. They get a bit bigger or smaller through my cycle, but they always fit nicely into bras and cause me no bother. In fact I don’t really need to wear bras at all, I only do as the padding stops people staring at me every time my nipples catch a breeze. 

I’ve been an escort for many years now, and have done pretty well without any attempt to adhere to a big booby beauty standard. They’ve been fondled and enjoyed by many people, and to date - not one complaint! I am sure that one day they will sit a bit different, feel a little softer, but I will still be grateful for them, for being the one part of my femininity that hasn’t been a giant inconvenience. I’m keeping them. 

PETRA FOX

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