If you are a woman, you have them: boobs, tits, breasts, bazongas, mammaries, cans, melons, rack, the girls, hooters, knockers, twins, lady lumps..... The come in several varieties within the spectrum of big, small, and average (those all have their own set of issues).... Then shape comes into play (see picture above).... For as many different women in the world, there are breasts. If someone can show me two different women you have the EXACT SAME BREASTS...well, I'll give you a cookie a la Mrs. Landingham.
I am a women, and as I am a woman...I have breasts. I also happen to to have very large breasts. So large, in fact...that some people may find my bra size (40J) to be unimaginable. If you are one of those people, welcome to the world that I think is Victoria's REAL Secret...there's boobs out there bigger than 30DD. Welcome to the real world, so nice to have you!
But Kathleen, you ask...why all the tit talk? After loosing 55+ pounds (yes, it's 55+ at this point thankyouverymuch), there was NO WAY I was still in my same bra size (44H) that I had been wearing for the past 10 years, something HAD to have changed.
Now, before I get into this whole "changing bras" business. There's a few things I want to say about misconceptions about larger chested women in general. Now I realize, these are both sweeping and slightly outdated statements; but I feel like a good deal of this permeates through society today. If someone can explain to me why, there's a cookie for you too. Here we go....
1. Big big breasted women are stupid. If you know me just a little, you know that the worst thing you can ever, EVER do is to insult my intelligence. Understandably, I take this a lot to heart. Where did this start? Where's the basis for this? It makes about as much sense as me saying something like, "All men that curve a little to the left are bad at all sports." My sincerest apologies to any man reading this who does curve a little to the left OR has no desire to be good and any sports, but I had to prove a point.
2. Big breasted women are slutty and whorish. Sir Mix Alot liked big butts and he could not lie, but I have a feeling that Mr. Douche Bag of Days Gone By like big breasted woman, and he had sex with a big breasted woman, and she really enjoyed it...and mabye did some adventurous things to and with Mr. DBoDGB. Then Mr. DBoDGC goes out and tells ALLLLL his buddies what a slutty whore this women was. *facepalm* Let me make myself clear: what a woman chooses to do with her body is HER choice (just as it is for a man). No matter if you have or haven't slept with said woman, you have no right to call them a slut or a whore. It's pointless and infantile.
3. If you show cleavage (and you most likely do if you're a large chested women) you are "asking for it". Sort explanation: no women is "asking for it" unless she says the words "have sex with me". THAT is asking for it. Basically the only way I can not show cleavage is in an turtle neck. I don't like turtle necks. I dislike them as much as I like bull shit societal mores. It's sad that I have to ask my husband if the following picture was "too much" for me to post as my profile picture on facebook. I really wasn't in the mood to get any comments on my cleavage.
|I was trying to show off my favorite dress and my favorite new lipstick - Emotional Brilliance's Power.|
I excitedly wore it to work the following Thursday with the dress pictured above. Putting it on it felt and looked fantastic. I even sent a picture to my husband, as he is out of town on business, and got his very enthusiastic response. I felt sexy! This is important to me. I spend my days in a dress covered by an apron and then the rest of my time is pretty much spent in horribly mismatched running clothes or my swim suit (and for someone with big ol' body issues to be in a swim suit 3-5 times a week...MAJOR accomplishment).
I got to work and that's where the problem started. I felt lifted from underneath, but not on the top. I felt sloshy and jiggly. I felt as if my boobs were pretty much just flopping around in the breeze. After a day of work and then plenty of errand running in the Back Bay my self esteem had gone from about an 85 to a -50. I had lost my confidence, I wasn't walking with my shoulders back and my head up, I had lost my swag. I felt worse about my body that I had 55+ pounds ago when I chose to stop ignoring it. All this over a bra. A FUCKING BRA!
The only thing that stopped me from COMPLETELY loosing, was getting back in the pool for the first time since I had pulled one of my left pectoral muscles. My boobs don't matter when I swim. They are locked and loaded in a black sports bra UNDER a very snug fit athletic suit. If the water I don't feel like "a bigger girl with bigger boobs"... In the water I'm powerful, I'm strong, I'm effortless, I'm free. I needed that feeling so badly that Thursday.
Walking around in that bra at the end of the day, I felt like everyone could see my breasts sloshing about. I felt like everyone I saw was secretly judging me. I was teased for my boobs in Jr. High, I was teased for my boobs in High School, I was teased for my boobs in College, I was teased for my boobs in Graduate School (yes. Freaking GRADUATE SCHOOL). My thought process was this. I'll never find a non-granny bra and I flop around and thus teased for the rest of my life! (I honestly thought my breasts would have gotten a lot smaller throughout the first half of my weight loss, so I'm not exactly hopefully for second half.)
This was my Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and part of Tuesday before I could get another fitting at Intimacy. By this time I was wound TIGHT! It was all I could do to not burst into tears at just walking into the store. I figured I owed it to myself, my boobs, and my wallet - given I knew I had spent $60 on a bra I knew I would never, ever wear again.
I got the same SA again, and at first was a little upset. It hadn't worked the first time. Why did I think it would be different the second? But, I just put on my big girl panties and dealt. I was much more specific with what I expected from the bra fit and feel wise. I also bought five dresses with me to try on over the bra. I ended up with the Elomi Caitlyn bra in black.
I haven't worn it yet, but I'm planning to tomorrow for lunch with DF. I've actually got a good bit of anxiety about wearing it. Silly, yet not silly at all. Can I ever get them to fit properly out of the dressing room. I feel that putting on bras the "right way" being a leftie can be pretty damned tricky!
Needless to say, this has all been very emotional. If you don't understand, take the aspect of your life that you're the most insecure about and have gotten the most off color or rude remarks, and then feel like nothing you do can make it better.
This took my breath away when I saw it today, and said I how feel about things....
*Images 1&3 from Fuller Figure Fuller Busts's facebook and blog. Image 2 my own