It is not OK…
I am a large breasted woman. I know this.
Sometimes I wear v-neck dresses or tops. I do this because high necked tops make me look as though my boobs grow out of my chin.
Sometimes, this means my breasts are a little more visible than they might otherwise be.
I can joke about my breasts. Because they are mine. My close friends might even be able to joke about them with me.
You, stranger, cannot. It is not OK.
It is not OK…
… to point at them and shout “Tits!”
… to pull your car up alongside me, grab your moobs, squeeze them and give me a thumbs up
… to cheer at me in celebration of my tits
… nudge your friend, then point at my tits & blatantly discuss them
… beep at me
… ask me if they are real
… tell me what you would do to them, given the chance
… ask to give them a feel
… point at them
… leer at them
It is not OK.
It is not OK to forget that they are attached to a person. A woman. A woman who is more than a pair of massive tits/breasts/norks/waps/baps/bazookas/whatever you want to call them.
Admire them, ignore them, dislike them; it’s all fine. But it is not OK for you to treat me like a piece of meat.
It is not OK.
Thank you.
Any time, Sister