There are two types of men in this world. Those who have tits, and those who don’t. I am here to tell you the truth about those of us who live with boobs each and every day.
A little backstory, I was obese my entire childhood. I remember getting a letter from my school nurse saying my BMI was 38, which qualifies as extremely obese, and hiding it from my parents. Like that was going to change the fact that my body looked like the character from Big Hero 6. Anyways I decided I wanted to A-not get gassed walking up stairs and B-talk to girls, I decided to lose weight. And I did. 80 pounds. And to this day I have stayed in relatively good shape. The love handles are gone, I can do exactly 3 pull-ups, and I don’t take up an entire queen bed. But no matter how much cardio I do or weight I can bench press, I still have tits.
So what is it like to have had tits, as a man, for the last 13 years? Exhilarating. When I touched my first boob I knew what to expect. Mine were bigger though so I was sorta disappointed. When I wear a nice shirt they make the shirt protrude farther out from my body to hide my beer belly. Little bit of a catch 22 there but everyone knows boobs>belly…right?
When I’m running they bounce up and down giving my back an extra workout. Sometimes I skip doing back if I went for a run the day before because it’s so sore from those bad boys bouncing.
You know how they say to squeeze your glutes when you’re doing everyday activities to get a little workout? Same thing goes with tits. Squeeze em together for 30 seconds every time you go make a sandwich and you’re evening out those calories you’re about to inhale.
While moobs are generally frowned upon, they’re becoming more and more acceptable. Moobs say people that you don’t spend all your time on your body, but on other, more important things. Who wants to be with someone selfish enough to have pecs and a 6 pack? Nobody I know.
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