The Shift

Boobs/Breasts/Tits/Bust/Bosom/Melons/Bazookas. Uncomfortable yet?

Sorry, not sorry even if you are. This is a piece for everyone struggling with issues regarding your breasts, and believe me, there are so many!

The fact that people are uncomfortable discussing a body part (basic biology) is so unnatural. Instead of objectifying/debasing/vulgarising or remotely passing any sort of derogatory comments, let’s make an environment to discuss and resolve these problems.

I empathize with those individuals who have to suffer like this, devoiding them of basic things such as sleeping properly, driving an activa without constant pain in your neck and shoulder and back, and whatnot. I sympathize with the people who lack the brains to support their knowns, acquaintances, who instead make fun of people’s appearances, and not have the slightest idea of how much it takes a toll not only physically, but mentally and emotionally on one’s well being.

Many of you would know, how people like me have been commented on about their bodies and appearances, from a very young age. Talking about the mental health, which was in drains, not to forget, the self-consciousness, the wrecked self-confidence, and the need to not meet and/or face people.

It takes a lot to build up everything from the inside, and I am super proud of people who do it, every fucking day! KUDOS!

There is a medical condition known as “mammary gigantomastia”, in layman terms: excessive overgrowth of breast tissues which could be unilateral (one breast) or bilateral (both breasts), which results in bigger and heavier breasts. It could be hormonal or inherited. For the longest time, I didn’t know that something like this existed and I kept on believing that there is some problem with me, or I am not maturing like the other girls my age and it somehow destroyed my balance in life to do anything, literally.

I got diagnosed with the same recently and went on trying different exercises, yoga, asanas, even the Gharelu Nuskaas, and nothing seemed to work out. The turmoil of the excessive weight and constant pain in my body started interfering with my day-to-day activities, like not being able to sit without support, not getting the right bra to fit in, very specific clothes that would fit, unable to sleep properly, unable to play sports, and it agitated me to the level where I cursed myself every day.

This was the time I decided to seek medical help, and with all the risks known to me, underwent surgery a.k.a Breast Reduction, which was performed by a breast cancer specialist, not a plastic surgeon. I cannot tell you how much it took for me to gather all the courage that was left of me after being looked down on for not having the proper female body, and this surgery wasn’t for me to justify anyone’s validation of looking better, it was for me to be able to live my life like a normal girl would, physically, without having the struggle to carry a small pillow everywhere for support, or wear extra shit to support the heaviness, or bear the pain of it every day. And it feels so great to fit into a dress, for a shopkeeper to not look at my breast when I go to buy a bra, for a normal person to actually look at my face and talk instead of ogling at my breasts.

This is not me promoting surgery and/or extreme measures (if you feel they are), this is me promoting the need to reach out to anyone if you are going through the same. This is me taking one step to normalizing a talk and discussing issues about breasts without judgments, cheap comments, and mockery. I recently read an article on “The Swaddle”, regarding the same. Help yourself through whatever source you feel is right for you, but reach out!

Wanted to reach out to y’all on this for so long, and finally, I have, and you do too, and do this for yourself, go get that medication if it helps, get on with that exercise if it helps, read that article if it helps, Hell, get surgery if that helps, because

JUST SOMETIMES, SMALLER IS BETTER!