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I've been mistaken for a boy back in my early days of forced pixie cuts and flat-chested androgeny. Mortified, I'd hoped for large breasts and long hair to brand me, unequivocally, as female..Of course, when hoped for breasts arrived they looked more like "man boobs", those fleshy protuberances that develop on fleshy men or boys. No real help. But eventually they formed well enough for the boys to notice.

That could be a whole new blog, so let's not go there. Eventually, I would marry and have my baby girl. My breasts took on a whole new purpose. Nourishment.. I am among the women that found breastfeeding to be very rewarding and one of the greatest starts to my daughter's life. She was healthy, rarely sick, and thriving.

My breasts had something to do with finding and pleasing my second and current husband though he will be red in the face over my disclosure.  Unfortunately, my breasts aren't the asset they used to be. At this point of my disease, my breasts are a liability. My breathing is getting to be quite labored especially lying down prone. My double D-cup breasts are heavy and put an increased burden right over my diaphragm. Furthermore, they're in the way. I had a PEG tube surgically placed and wouldn't you know, the doctor placed it right smack between my breasts. Seriously!

Could there be a worse spot for a bra-wearing, large-chested woman? Every time I move, my breasts torque my skin, constantly pulling at the PEG site. As a result, I've had constant issues with the PEG. So, what is the solution? Is there one?
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