Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my boobs. I thank genetics and God everyday for them. They make a great shelf. But being voluptuous also has its downsides.
Here are a few reasons why those "lovely lady lumps" aren't always that lovely…
Button down shirts.
Finding cute bras is impossible.
Beige, beige, and more beige.
Bathing suit shopping.
You just have to come to terms with the fact there are some styles you'll never be able to wear.
Constantly having to adjust yourself.
When your underwire starts poking through.
Why does everything have to include adding or push-up??
It becomes your identifier.
And you become the butt (or should I say boob) of everyone's jokes.
Bralettes…forget about it.
Laying on your stomach is a painful no go.
It's impossible to do anything without somewhat of a boob jiggle.
When you're eating and crumbs fall into the abyss that is your cleavage.
People seem to think they can just ask things about your boobs.
"What size are they?"
"Are they real?"
"Have you considered getting a reduction?"
"Does your back hurt?"
None of your business.
And people seem to forget you have a face.
Exercise.
Some articles of clothing end up looking like a tent
Strapless dresses.
The inability to wear long necklaces.
You're horrified at the idea of being pregnant.
Could they get any bigger?
Stairs--enough said.
They get in the way of EVERYTHING.
Can't wear anything low cut without looking like a sex symbol.
No, I'm not trying to be casted for Miss June in the Hooter's calendar, I just wanted to wear a v-neck.
Cross body bags.
Yeah, so having big boobs isn't always rainbows and butterflies, but it occasionally has its perks (no pun intended). Let's all just pray our future suitor isn't a booty guy.
