Some are big boned, I'm big boobed

Your eyes go straight to them — heavy, full, barely contained, the kind that shift with every breath and demand attention without asking for it.

She leans forward just slightly, and the weight of them does the rest — pressing together, spilling against fabric that was never quite designed for this much.

Big-boned is a body type. Big-boobed is a statement. Hers says everything without a single word — soft where it counts, abundant in ways that make your hands feel suddenly, inconveniently empty.