I've been blessed and cursed with big boobs since I was 16 years old. I don't know how these things appeared, but all I know is I went away for the summer as I always did to my aunt's house - not flat as a board, I had something going on there, but I came home and wham, I was a C cup. I was teased and admired. I had the unfortunate yelling nickname of "tits" by the boys I hung out with and "slut" by the girls - not necessarily girls I knew, just anyone who felt like throwing this name out for no apparent reason.
It took me a very long time to appreciate this commodity that mostly every woman wants. Women pay big bucks for what tends to run in my family. We come in different shapes and sizes and the mama's are now still big but they kinda flattened out, but I guess that's what happens when you are approaching retirement.
I've had a love-hate relationship with the girls for many years. I was embarrassed to go out with cleavage showing on most nights but would never cover them up - there weren't any sexy shirts that I could get away with without these things popping out. I was so one of those girls that wanted to wear what I wanted without all the negative remarks from men. I totally wanted them to overlook what was so clearly in their faces - fat chance in that ever happening.
When I turned 30 this wave of confidence took over. No longer the 16 year old C cup which I considered monsters at the time, I was now a woman with a much more mature bosom but no longer cared what anyone thought - in fact, I was proud to be at an older age with such perky things for their size. I do my best to tone them down at work (one thing I noticed about work...the more educated someone is the flatter their chest is...why is this? You never see well-endowed corporate executives - is it a pre-requisite to get a breast reduction or to use some pill to supress the growth? - I never understood this)....but when I go out it's whatever works. Not to say that I dress trashy, I don't - I'm not one of those hip-hugging wearing chicks who wear the backless shirts (are those still in?)...I would consider my style of dress casual-conservative with hints of sexiness. These babies stick out no matter what - so I have finally embraced them - they're mine and they ain't going anywhere...so I might as well let them shine!!
With that said, I got some new bras today. I had been in a bra slump - wearing some worn stretched out ones that were comfortable but things were getting so bad that I had to turn to the sexy push-up bras which are responsible for spillage. Spillage is good if you're wearing a low-cut top but not to the office in a button-down or any smooth-surfaced blouse. Spillage is sloppy looking. The sexy bras are also tight (better for support in any bra), so I was getting terrible imprints in my skin - not attractive.
I finally got fed up and went to JC Penny today for some sensible bras - these are the bras for every day use - they're not very sexy, but the selection has improved big-time over the years (big boobs and sexy bras were never found in the same sentence and as a young girl this bothered the hell out of me. I wrote Victoria's Secret a 2 page business case on why I should design bras for them saying how it was so unfair that all the bras were for girls who COULD wear push-ups and still have room to spare. Bra design might actually be my calling because it's something that still gets my blood boiling to this day - especially when I see women everywhere wearing ill-fitted bras but mostly when I run into my own problems (very selfish - I want what I want and I always think what I want is the better choice - something I need to get over generally speaking but not when it comes to my bras!!)
My new bras are great. I'm not sure if guys get the same feeling if buying boxer briefs as a woman feels when she puts on a new bra with awesome support - but it's just one of those things that can't be fully expressed in words...there are hand gestures, eye rolls and sighs that go hand in hand with the instant happiness of getting an appropriate fitting bra. It is truly like a weight's been lifted (pun intended), it makes you goofy and I can't stop cupping them and shaking them around, I want to keep admiring my new friends (the bras) - I might even name them all - they deserve all the praise I care to give them. I normally despise Mondays but I am anxious to get to bed to wake up at 5am JUST to put this thing back on (ok we all know that's a huge lie but it sounded good).
I might still write to the companies and offer some constructive criticism - like gel straps (saw this on some other bras which weren't worth buying because they offered no support) or reinforced sides - which I refer to as mini bras of armor (regular bras of armor are the long-down-to-the-waist strapless bras that us big-busted women have to wear if we want to wear a spaghetti strapped dress. The bra has boning in it and is not soft to the touch if you slow dance with a guy - it's armor, no other way to describe it). A lot of the VS push up bras have hardened sides which is good to narrow the boobs out or else they can go east/west the more the bra stretches out - we get enough of this trying to sleep on our backs....we certainly don't need this standing up. If I could get a bra designer to incorporate these two features into my latest buys, I think I would be able to die a happy woman. Until then, I'm going to enjoy what I have here and be thankful I'm lifted again.
I feel like a kid on Christmas morning - I'm never taking this thing off!
**Update**
Still loving the new bras, but I do have a complaint. No nipple control. One minute one is saying hello, the next the other is (which leads me to question, why aren't they both at full staff together?? Should I see a doctor about this?). But my coworkers must be loving me - lol.
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