My Breasts Are 2 Different Sizes

It wasn't exactly a hot and steamy situation: sitting there with my blouse open, chest exposed, and him gawking at my chest, slightly confused but mostly intrigued.

I knew this relationship was going to fail. I mean, the man had never seen two asymmetrical breasts before.

From first glance, you can't really tell my breasts are two different sizes, but they are. As far as measurements go, I have big breasts, which is all people care to focus on anyway, but if you took the time to look at them as individuals, you would see that one is bigger than the other.

Through the creative trick of wearing padded bras, the difference in the twins isn't that noticeable. Am I self-conscious of my imperfect bosom? Not in the least. Like I said, that failed date didn't realize they were uneven until he got to know them a little better, so I don't really worry about people noticing the size difference.

But it is hell shopping for bras. It never fails that when I buy a bra, either one breast is spilling out of the cup or the other breast is so loose that it makes the cup flap around. I just can't win with bras.

Aside from the bra dilemma, there was also a point where I thought my larger breast was indicative of a health problem. I was having pain in my right breast (which is the plus-size one) and grew concerned. I had it checked out and everything was fine — it's just the fact that it's larger, so it's heavier, and causes some pain in my chest and shoulder due to the weight.

It takes a toll on fashion in the sense that I can't wear tops tight in the chest, since then it would make the size difference super obvious, never mind the pressure that would come from the larger breast resisting the tension. Another surprising complication of titty asymmetry is lying on one's stomach. It gets really awkward as one side of my body is comfortable and the other is shooting fiery pain through my nerves because it's compacted so hard and tight. Ultimately it results in me having to sleep or lie on my side, or with both elbows underneath me.

When I talk about the situation with friends, they always suggest getting a procedure done to even them out. I can't imagine going under the knife to "fix" the "problem." I'm not at a place where I sit in a corner and cry every night, wishing my breasts were perky and even like the other girls'. Actually, breast asymmetry is something that's quite common, and I take some comfort in that.

In fact, my breasts aren't the only thing that's uneven on my body; one of my arms is longer than the others, one hand is bigger than the other, and I swear I have a leg that's significantly larger than the other.

I'm basically an oddball.

But I'm fine with it. I don't feel the need to have surgery to fix or correct anything. I've learned to embrace my body and its flaws, and own them. Sure, there are things about myself that I would like to "fix" for vanity, but at the end of the day, I'm glad the "flaws" I do have aren't affecting my health.

Plus, I know that I'll eventually find a man who likes asymmetrical boobs!

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