Big Does Not Equal Love

The People

Another day passes and more of my time is consumed by death. I wake up each morning, fold the cardboard I use for a blanket and start looking around the trash to see what I can find for breakfast. My mom leans up and stares blankly at the window next to her. Due to my chest size, our income is below 10 cents per day. May you ask for my job? Well after breakfast I work as a waitress at a soup kitchen. No matter what job you seek, what skills you have, your breast will determine your income. You could work as a waitress and have a huge chest, and yet be paid $200 per hour. You may wonder if we have doctors or surgeons to increase the size of our breast? No there isn't, anyone who gets any type of implants on themselves will be served a brutal death, beginning by slicing of the woman's breast off.

Some girls at the age of eight start consuming food nonstop, in hopes that their fat will make their breast grow. You would be surprised how many obese ladies we have in this village and see them slowly die from diabetes or other health conditions. Most upper classes are very obese to the point they need escalators to reach the 2nd floor. Other ladies try other "remedies" such as grabbing a bundle of bees or wasps and making them all sting your chest. The more suicidal methods are to let a scorpion sting them and then have an antidote on standby. You will often see the ladies do these an hour before the mating season.

Sometimes I contemplate myself and wonder whether I should do their methods to grow my chest out, not make myself look "beautiful" but to gain a higher income for my mother. But then I think, Do I really want to suffer for income? This is my body and it will not be a slave to the society of corruption. You may think that having big breast is a miracle, and while it does bring power, respect & income it's also a burden. Some ladies can't even walk up the stairs with their chest in their way. Other are blinded and end up falling, and when they fall it looks like a balloon ready to burst. Their veins swell and become very noticeable, the skin begins to tear and the lady's face hides the great amount of pain.

During my free time, I hide near the cemetery of the flat and read about the beauty of math, the secrets of science and the sights of paintings. I wish to know all there is out there in this world, every fact I wish to remember and every second reading, is a chance for me to escape. People in this village are simple minded, they assume because of their breast size they are smarter than anyone. For that they are wrong, for every doubt, there is a mistake that is doom to repeat. Once the sun begins to set I head back home, waiting for the night to consume me and for the rising sun to shackle me.

But today is different, for after work I wandered back to the cemetery of the flat and heard unusual noises, like if a creature sought food. My body tenses as I hide behind a dumpster. I lean over to see a human figure, the body is flat. To my guess, it must have been a flat-lady like me looking for food. The figure leans up with facial hair, in surprise I gasp. I cover my mouth and lean away. I don't know if the male saw but I ran away home. If a male were to ever step into the village of the breast, he would be sentenced to death. As I approached the door to my house, my pace slowed down as I turned over my shoulder. My instinct told me to seek the young man but my mind told me to stay away.

Before I'm given a choice of my actions, my head turns to a young girl about to be smacked by her mother. The girl looks 13 years of age, and her chest remains flat when she should be developing. "You disgusting piece of shit! Some woman you become!" The older woman lifted her hand, ready to give the girl a smack hard to leave a permanent mark. Without thinking, I ran up to the older lady and punched her on the side of her face. The lady collapsed backward, in a dazed state. "C'mon, let's go!" I told the girl, I grabbed her hand and we ran as fast as our legs could.

The older lady quickly recovered and yelled out, "Cops! Arrest that bitch!" I turned behind me to see two other older ladies dressed in a police uniform running at us with their batons. "It's a dead end!" The young girl yelled to me, I look away from the cops and see a wall in a distance. No openings anywhere, nowhere to escape. My life was ready to end right there. My mother would be left to slowly starve and die. And this young girl would lose her life, right here and now because of me naive actions.