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AquaticSub -> RE: Busty slaves/subs (6/10/2007 5:30:05 AM)
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ORIGINAL: aldompdx
juliaoceania... your perspective about your life sounds pretty healthy to me. You have taken personal responsibility for how you feel.
Bitter, resentful? Perhaps only at my own ignorance. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. There are a lot of manipulative predators out there, both men and women. And, I do not hate part of my body or life, for compelling another person to treat me disrespectfully and force me to feel bad. I am responsible for what I choose to feel. (I also acknowledge that there are REAL victims out there, of circumstances completely beyond their control).
The relevance to this thread is -- self acceptance and personal responsibility.
> nobody deserves to be objectified without their consent.
taxpayers, terrorists, the voting public, oogling men... all objectified by yet an opposing object / class.
Because I shared my feelings on a matter, I am subject to objectification and judgment by others, who have different feelings. Just because my feelings are different, are they wrong? HOSTILITY? I said disgust. But that tends to demonstrate my entire point. "I will judge you, but don't you dare judge me." "I will show you something, but don't you dare look at it."
The greatest objectification in this process, is a woman who dissociates herself from parts of her body. She severs wholeness and emotional integration. When that part is recognized by another, then that is not recognition of the woman, because it is a seperate object which is not part of herself.
Again, we don't hate our bodies. But we are allowed to be annoyed at the downsides. You express the same amount of anger, annoyence and "hate" towards these women as we have expressed about the downsides of our breasts. Does this make you a victim of society? Do you have issues you need to resolve?
Maybe. I certainly can't say. But I can this:
Do you want to know what really makes me angry about this issue?
That I’m not allowed to point out the downsides of having large breasts. You can bitch and whine about having small breasts all day long and nobody cares. But as soon as a woman starts complaining about having large breasts, everybody takes the stance of “You aren’t allowed to complain! Having large breasts must be perfect!” If we do complain, obviously we are some sort of victim who hates our bodies.
Nothing in this world is perfect. You want to stop being single and have a relationship? Great. But it’s not perfect. There are problems and fights and it’s hard. I’m allowed to say that. You want big breasts? Great. Here are downsides: They include your back going out at age 20 and not being able to get up. They include going to the doctor and having them tell you look like you’ve had two kids when you are 20. They include not being able to get a bra for under 50 bucks and heaven help you if you want a sexy one. You lose that after the D cup size, maybe DD if you are lucky. F, if you shop at Frederick’s of Hollywood, but even then the pickings aren’t as nice.
They include having to beg for backrubs all the time because you are carrying around all the weight. Your standard D cup weighs 8 pounds; I don’t even want to know how much I’m carrying around with two H cups.
I’m not allowed to be annoyed that I can’t wear a bikini, or even a regular one piece bathing suit. There isn’t a bathing suit in the world that my breasts don’t come out of. I have to wear an oversized shirt if I want to go in the water. I’m not allowed to be annoyed that I can’t get a chest protector in my size for sparring.
I’m not allowed to be annoyed because of those things. I’m not allowed to be angry when people are rude and stare. I’m not allowed to be upset that at 22 I have the back of a 40 year old. After all, we’ve got surgery. I should just shut up, pony up several thousands of dollars (because everyone has that much laying around that they can’t use for anything else, like college loans), let them cut my breasts open, move my nipples and nerves around, have them remove 5+ pounds of my flesh, decreasing my chance of being able to breast feed and possibly decreasing my breast sensitively, maybe even losing it completely. And hey, let’s not forget that every surgery carries the risk of infection, complications and death.
Because I have huge breasts, my life must be perfect.
Well, it’s not. I hit puberty late. I know what it’s like to have the tiny, firm, pert breasts. Having been all the sizes, I’ve got to say that I think the best size is a C. Big enough to look nice and small enough to be able to wear all the pretty bras you want. And still get them at a reasonable price. I’m looking into getting mine custom-made because I’d like to wear something cute while I’m young. I’d like to wear a bra that doesn’t look like something my grandmother would wear.
But hey, I’ve got H cups so it must be all sunshine and roses!
I love my body. But it’s not perfect. Nobody’s body is perfect. And we are allowed to be annoyed about it when it prevents us from doing things. And if you want to buy big breasts, go for it. But realize that your breasts are going to be perkier and weigh less then those of us who have them naturally. And we are allowed to be annoyed at the shortcomings of large breasts. We are allowed to state them and we are allowed to remove the illusion that having large breasts equals some sort of nirvana. And, perhaps most importantly, I allowed to be annoyed and even angry at the people who tell me I’m not allowed to be annoyed or to express the downsides of large breasts.
Being angry and annoyed at all this doesn’t make me a victim or even a whiny bitch. It makes me a person, particularly a young woman who wants to wear a cute sexy bra, would like to go swimming without worrying about flashing children, would like to dive off a diving board again, and would like to not have to deal with people thinking she’s stupid because of the breasts she grew naturally.
I don’t think the answer to all life’s problems is surgery. For most of these problems the answer isn't surgery. But I really wish I didn’t have to pay thousands of dollars to change what is a beautiful body so that I won’t have to worry about not being able to get up without searing pain.
So if the flat-chested girls out there want to buy big breasts - go for it. Have fun. But don't act like it's sunshine and roses because nothing is perfect.
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