Thanks For The Trauma, Mama!

, , , , | Related | May 12, 2020

My mother and I went shopping one day when I was sixteen. I’ve been cursed with really large breasts; it looks odd as they don’t fit the rest of my body and they give me back pain, so there’s really nothing good about them. I decided to finally get professionally measured to find the correct size.

Up to this day, I was wearing an 80B. When the lady was done measuring and gave me a bra to try on, I was completely stunned. 

Before, I always had to hold my chest when I went down the stairs or when I bent over to make sure nothing fell out. With this bra, I could even jump and everything stayed in place; it was an 80E and fit perfectly.

I went to my mother, who waited for me at the register, and happily told her I’d found the perfect bra. When I told her my right size, she snapped.

“Who do you think you are?” she said. “Do you think you’re better than the rest of us? I will not buy this piece of s***. Your sister has a B and so do you; don’t think you’re special!” 

Then, she dragged me out of the store. 

As I was not allowed to get a job, I had to wait two more years until I moved out to finally buy underwear that fit. 

My mother still thinks she is in the right and can’t understand why my sisters and I needed therapy after growing up with her.

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