My children humiliated me because of my large breasts—they thought their cruel jokes would never hurt me enough to make me stand up for myself… until the day I did something that left them speechless.

My children loved me, or at least that’s what I believed, but every time the family got together, they always seemed to find something about my appearance that they could make fun of.Language Resources

And most often, it was my large breasts.

They made comments about my clothes. They laughed when I appeared in family photos. They told me that certain tops made me look ridiculous and suggested that I should cover up more because people were probably staring at me.

At first, I laughed along with them.

What else was I supposed to do?

But every joke stayed with me long after everyone else had forgotten about it.

Little by little, I stopped wearing the clothes I loved.

I avoided photos.