My Unseen Burden: When Abundance Becomes A Daily Struggle
I know exactly how this sounds – like a boast masquerading as a complaint. But trust me, this is a very real, very heavy burden that affects my life in ways most people wouldn't even begin to imagine. I stand at 6'4", working as a personal trainer in Mumbai. On the surface, I embody strength and confidence. You’d think I’d be completely comfortable in my own body, but there’s a deeply personal, constant struggle beneath it all.
I’m talking about being… abnormally well-endowed. It’s not just "above average"; it’s genuinely disproportionate, and honestly, it’s been more of a curse than any kind of blessing. It’s big, thick, heavy, and hangs in a way that makes me acutely aware of its presence every single waking moment. Imagine a constant, unavoidable weight, a physical anchor that dictates your movements and your clothing choices.
Simple things become an ordeal. Choosing gym shorts, comfortable track pants, or even just loose pyjamas, becomes a battle against potential visibility. The fear of an accidental bulge, drawing unwanted stares in a crowded local train, or even at a family gathering, is perpetually on my mind. I try to dress discreetly, opting for baggy clothes, but even then, it’s a mental game of 'is it obvious?' constantly playing in my head.
Most people assume such a "gift" is a source of pride, something to brag about. But for me, it's a source of relentless self-consciousness, physical discomfort, and a silent, isolating frustration. I just want to feel normal, to move freely without this constant, heavy reminder. It’s an unspoken secret, a deeply private struggle in a culture where such matters are never discussed openly, making me feel incredibly alone with this unique challenge.
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