My grandmother bought me my first bra when I was 14 and I hated it.
Tits , knockers , bangers , jugs , boobies , breasts , fun bags , what ever you call them . Boobs are every where . You don’t have to look very hard to find advertisements that include an image of a hyper sexualised woman with an ample bust being used to promote some kind of product be it a car , energy drink or Aftershave .
Boobs , breasts , chesticles , bangers , knockers , fun bags , melons , titties , boobies . I’m sure I’m not the only woman who has insecurities around them . I’ve had big breasts and I’ve had small breasts ( naturally due to weight gain and loss not because of surgergical enhancement *not that there is an anything wrong with breast argumentation. )
When I told my boyfriend I was pregnant at the age of 19, his first response was that if I wanted to have the child, he would drop out of college and get a job to support us. As shocked and touched as I was (we'd only been "official" for a month), I said "Oh god, no—I'm getting an abortion."
*** Warning this article deals talks about sexual assault, trauma, and rape. It also talks about my experience and the experience of those of who I have talked to, it in no way is meant to represent everyone.
There are defining moments in our lives that forever create a definitive split in our personal timelines. Once these moments occur, there will always be a "before" and an "after," a harsh contrast that will always be a reference point for future reflection.
In today's world, "big boobs" are in. People are getting cosmetic surgery to enhance their boobs, they're bouncing in every rapper's music video. It certainly is the case that big boobs have become mainstream.
It is impossible to estimate the number of rapes in this country over the period of a year because so many rape cases are not reported. This is a sad statistic because nobody should be the victim of a violent crime and yet be afraid to come forward for fear of being considered the perpetrator rather than the victim. But, it's a sad fact and there has to be a change.
I had the T-safe copper coil in between June 2015 and May 2019. For those four years, I experienced myself getting steadily sicker and sicker, and descending into what I thought was madness.
At first I did not connect the dots, nor know what was causing it. I was experiencing symptoms that increased in intensity as time went by, with no framework of reference to realise the coil was to blame. Like most, I had chosen the copper coil due to the fact it was a highly acclaimed non-hormonal birth control method, and all of the reviews and cautions centred only around having heavier periods, and a bit more pain.