They Jiggle and They Hurt…
Boobs suck!
Of course, this goes against the Male DNA code, but really, who cares. Just yesterday I found out how little I know about boobs. Not surprising as I play on the hetero team, but still, a bit shocking nonetheless.
Let’s take this back a bit and give you some context for my ramblings. I was a 32 B/C for most of my life. I remember days of padded bras and duck tape in the efforts to attract the attention of men. And, I remember days of working out, running and just plain goofing off with no bra and no worries. My biggest concern was a cool breeze.
Then, I was blessed with 2 beautiful children…and, a permanent increase in bra size. Now, I’m a 36 B/C and seriously, I’ve wanted a boob job for 3 years…a reduction that is. Why???
Because they JIGGLE and they HURT!!!!
I can’t workout, run or goof off with the kids without extra support. And, going without a bra, well those days are over. The truth of the matter is that the increase of my breasts has been a literal pain in the bouncing chest region for years and I’ve got a penny jar slowly collecting funds to buy these suckers down.
BUT, I learned exactly how easy I have it yesterday. My girlfriend (she gave me permission to write about her but we’ll keep her name anonymous anyway) has a size F, she might have even said Double F. Now, I had no idea that there was a size F bra, but in reality this isn’t too surprising. It’s only 2 sizes up from D.
What is Shocking…. a size L…
YES, I said L, that’s the twelfth letter of the alphabet. 12 sizes up that you never see in the store. I feel really sorry for someone that has a size L. It must hurt. In Fact, “L” got a boob job and was ecstatic to be reduced to a DD…which would easily fall into a nightmare category for me.
Even an “F” had me a bit freaked out. I think health insurance should cover anyone who wants to reduce the craziness of having to lug anything larger than a D around.
For me, the penny jar is still in operation and when it’s full the 36 C’s I’m lugging around are getting chopped.
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I’m right there with you. I had no idea how good I had it in my “flat-chested” days.
Amazing, the things we don’t know… How often do we have to lose something, or in this case, gain something to find out that we had it great!!!
i agree! i am a 36c/d and would love a reduction! i’m pretty sure that won’t be happening though. i don’t think i could convince my husband! i don’t think he would care so much if they were smaller…it’s the surgery he wouldn’t go for i think!
I never realized what a problem boobs were.
only a problem if you have them… but I had no idea what a problem they were for some women and I’m one of them.
Glad I’m not the only 36 who thinks THAT is a problem. I feel for anyone who has anything bigger than a D!
I’m pregnant with my third right now and I forgot how much they change in the first trimester. In general, I’ve gone up in size too and it’s not as fun as some ladies might think! ; )
I always laugh when someone says they can’t wait to get pregnant and get bigger boobs!
I’m good with my size 36A but please God, the perkiness, I want the perkiness
LMAO
Mine went back to the size they were before kids (a 36 C) but OH the jiggles. They never used to jiggle. It’s a pain in the butt waking up to find my boob under my armpit!
The grass really IS always greener! I spent my younger years wanting to smoosh the hell out of my 36 C boobs so that I wouldn’t look as “fat”. Now that I appreciate my ta tas and want them to salute the sun, they just want to kiss my knees.
I too am part of the big busted babes. I was a 34C pre-children. They seemed to deflate after breastfeeding my first two; then after #3 and last they got bigger!! Don’t feel too sorry for those of us who are 34 DD; my hubby says people pay big bucks for chests like ours.
I did, however, splurge on a lift a few years back so I no longer remind myself of that song “Do your ears hang low…”
Love who you are!!
see latest comment…do yours remind you of that song??? I can’t stand the fact that I’m starting to look like the old ladies who have boobs comin out fo their belly buttons.
I was an early bloomer, so I never wanted anything more than what I had – if that. Ultimately – I leveled out at a smaller size (B) by 7th grade. But those first couple of years of looking like a teenager when my friends looked like cute little tweens was enough to put me off boobs forever. Now I have friends who lament the decrease in size post pregnancy. I, on the other hand was thrilled. So I guess it all worked out in the end.
I always feel bad when I see early bloomers. It wasn’t a problem for me, but some of my friends had it rough.
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