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Making Peace With My Big Boobs
I thought that with cleavage came power. But as my cleavage amassed, I found the opposite to be true. My ample cups seemed to hint at certain unpleasant possibilities. Like, maybe I was dumb. Maybe I was slutty. Maybe I liked it when people gawked at my breasts, and when the guy driving that van rolled down the window to say “nice tits, love” as I walked past in my school uniform.
Not!
That’s from Chloe Pantazi who wrote a piece for Salon entitled, “My boobs, my burden.” Read the rest of this entry