I don’t have breasts, but I have a good character. Everybody around town knows me by my flat chest, but they can also attest to the fact that I’m a good person. What I lack in breasts, I make up for with good character and a sense of humor.
Whenever a guy proposes to me, I point to my chest and say, “Are you sure you like what you find? Your baby might starve. Do you still like it?”
They usually laugh, and we go on to have a wonderful relationship until they start behaving like wizards, and then I walk away. I did the same with Joseph. He said he loved me, and I showed him what I lacked. He said he didn’t have a problem with it, and I said, “Then it’s a relationship.”
Months into the relationship, everything is going very well, except he wants me to lie. He asked me to wear bras that would pad my chest and make it look like there’s something there. I told him people would laugh at me, and doing that would mean I’m ashamed of who I am.
He bought the bra himself and handed it to me as a gift. He even made me try it on. He took photos and said, “Just look at you. A beauty to behold.”
I took it off and said, “And then what happens when I take it off? Am I suddenly too ugly to behold?”
He loves me. When I’m with him, the world fades away. He wants to marry me as soon as possible, but his obsession with my breast size, or rather, the lack of it, is my problem. We go out, and he wants me to put it on. I wear a dress, and he tells me it would look more beautiful if something protruded from the chest area.
Who Would You Choose, A Rich Man Or A Man Who’s Good In Bed?
I want to marry him too, but I keep thinking, “When does he stop feeling bad for me because of my breasts? What if we marry and it becomes an order instead of a request?”
That’s my problem. Is it valid?
—Esi
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