Opinions on a Gargantuan Girl

I know a lot of you are saying WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH GARGANTUAN BOOBS? And basically meaning, you agree and are supportive (no pun intended) of women with gargantuan breasts. Well, I am here to tell you, not all onlookers and viewers are on equal grounds.

First, yes, everyone has a right to have their own opinion, their own likes and dislikes. Things they really really enjoy, and things they do not enjoy seeing or doing. Period. It's fine. I am fine with other peoples likes and dislikes...as long as they don't harp on me when it comes to dislikes or likes...that is, if it is negative and abusive towards things I have no control over, ie, gargantuan breasts. (And I know I do have control as I could pursue reductive surgery and all that, but, I am fine with my body. It's what I've been given. Put the scalpel down.)

When I am out in public, considering I am no superstar, not well known, not hounded by the paparazzi (and I am happy with all that), I get all kinds of looks and offhanded comments. I am used to this by now. Been used to it for a long time ever since I had breasts to look at...that ended up getting bigger...and bigger...and bigger...and bigger. So it doesn't bug me too much when people stare, when people raise a hand to block their mouth and whisper in their partner's ear. I KNOW what you're saying. I KNOW what you're looking at and commenting on. When your eyes are dropped to my chest level...I KNOW.

So, at the mall, old ladies stare, young women stare, whisper and point. Nursing babies, sometimes when they notice, reach out and cry. I'M HUNGRY I'M HUNGRY I'M HUNGRY Young girls and boys look, perplexed. WHY DOES THAT LADY HAVE BIG BALLOONS IN HER SHIRT? Young men stare, point, chuckle or salivate or grimace, frown. UGH. THAT LADY IS TOO DARN BIG.

I go to the grocery store. Same thing from people. All walks of life. Either looking and wondering WHAT THE HECK or OMG LOOK AT THOSE. Down the fresh produce aisle, yeah, I know, I dwarf those watermelons and cantalopes in size and girth. The DAIRY section, yeah, I know those half gallons and gallons look pretty darn insubstantial compared to what I am carrying. Why do you think they make those child seat areas on larger shopping carts? Yes, for kids and small goods, but also for a BUST REST for us gargantuan gals. LOL

And, yeah, I've had out and out loudmouths (mainly men) who have to loudly voice their opinion of my gargantuan breasts. Those are the annoying ones. The ones where I drop my head and shake it, rolling my eyes, thinking OH GAWD. JUST SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT. Sometimes, if I am feeling randy, I simply want to take my top and peel it apart like Clark Kent changing into Superman, and showem all these enormous things attached to my chest and say HELL YES!! I GOT SOME GIGANTIC BOOBIES!! But more often than the latter, I am just thinking, while ignoring, those loudmouths, YEAH. IT'S OBVIOUS, YOU GUYS, THIS GIRL HERE HAS GARGANTUAN BREASTS.

And I am fine with whatever you want to call them. I've heard all the boob labels and they're all fine, and some funny, to me and it's all good. Balloons. Blimps. Torpedoes. Tatas. Titties. Jugs. Milk cans. Cans. Bazoombas. It's all good.

Just don't call me LATE FOR DINNER. Because I like to eat. A LOT! LOL

Be nice. Think BIG. Be positive.
Helia