Damn Breast!

Hey, manboobs are a pain in the ass, too. And my big fat belly. It’s all nasty and hairy and nasty and hairy… Anyway, I always make sure to keep myself swathed in several bolts of the most opaque clothing available.

By the way, girls, feel free to send me pictures (the nuder, the better) so’s I can properly provide evaluation of the situation and come up with a solution pleasing to all of me… er… all of YOU, rather.

As if loving you for your mind wasn’t enough…

Well, I’d volunteer for your study, but it’d have to be a real life consultation. I have no photos of that type.

I know, ssskuggiii, I know. Mr Bear likes how I look, he says I’m proportioned right. Yet, according to most maufacturers, my shoulders are too broad, my waist too short for my inseam length<33">, my butt cheeks too big to fit the panties right <can you say wedgies?!>, my breasts are either too low or too high on my chest, depending on the manufacturer, and on and on…

Yes, InternetLegend, I can see you do have the same problems. I don’t know, if I can find a swimsuit that fits the rest of me well, chances are quite good that the bra won’t, and I’ll be popping out.

Lola, you should. It’s one of the best decisions I ever made. Imagine where I’d be if I hadn’t had mine done. :eek: I’m an ‘F’ cup now.

This is one reason why I now prefer thongs over any other kind of panties. No wedgies to pick, and no panty lines.

Man, being (almost) 19 I’m not even thinking of breast reduction and I wont go near the plus sizes :-7 (no offence) I’m just trying to fit my “hourglass figure” into something in style. Bathing suits are a problem too. My parents were never pleased with the results (but I bet the guys were). I just hope I stop growing, a recent shopping trip revealed I was yet another cup size bigger and was I ever pissed! (no panty problems though, thank god)

Tell her to stop! I have to go to sleep!

Oh please, you know you like it. :wink: I think gstrings are best b/c of the least amount of material there. Then again, if you don’t like thongs, and hate panties b/c of wedgies, just go without them.

I sometimes do. :stuck_out_tongue:

I haven’t tried thongs yet though. That may work.

I notice, ssskuggiii, that you’re the only one drop’s flirting with in this thread. What are the rest of us? Chopped liver??? <walks off in a slight huff, hiking up her bra strap one more time, and hoping no one notices she took her panties off under her slacks>

Well, it could just be that I’m a flirt in general. I love my body, I just hate shopping for stuff to cover it up with. Too bad they have laws about running around naked.

hehehe, I noticed!

The laws against women running around naked serve a purpose… namely to keep Lola from beating the crap out of me every five minutes. My excuse of “Really, I was looking at (insert anything here)” wouldn’t hold up.

I am going to flirt with Lola… she’s busy doing homework and deserves a little smooch break.

So which one is it exactly that’s giving you the problem?

Wowzers, don’t I know that…

Elect me President (Emperor) and you can kiss those goddamned laws goodbye!!

Damn, why didn’t anyone let me know about this thread?

I’ll take in-house consultation for $100, Alex.

Since I have nothing worthwile to add, I’ll be the third comedian and ask, […Damn Breast…]“So which one is giving you the trouble?”

Thongs are definitely the way to go! I wore them even when I was preggers, because they fit nicely below my belly instead of up in my armpits (like normal maternity undies.)

Frederick’s of Hollywood makes a nice 100% cotton one that is great for everyday panties. They’re the only ones I’ve found that are 100% cotton and not “string”, if you know what I mean.

I agree that breasts are a pain in the ass. My only solution has been to learn to sew. I buy the size that fits my tits and take in the waist. Although, the new trend towards “stretch” cottons has made it a lot easier for me. Now, I just stich the front placket so it doesn’t gap and pull it on over my head.

Also, the right bra will be a big help. GO to a specialty bra store and ask for a minimizer bra. It may cost you $35, but it will sort of spread you out enough so you can fit into things. We big-breasted women have a bra for every occasion! :smiley:

And ssskuggiii, it sounds like you and I are very similar in body-type. My suggestion to you is to stay out of the “junior” department for anything other than shirts. The “women’s” department will have jeans and pants that fit your hips much better. I feel for ya honey…being tall, thin, and curvy seems wonderful, but it’s a PITA to find clothes! Good luck!

I assumed that she was an Amazon, since they supposedly cut off one of their breasts so it would be easier to draw back a bow and arrow. At least, that’s what I read somewhere.

You know, when I saw this thread title, the first thing I thought of was the picture of the sign in National Lampoon’s Big Book of True Facts reading “Keep off dam breast.” (Caption: “In fact, just stay away from my daughter altogether!”)

Shows you how close the “volume control” on the sex part of my brain is to zero. Unlike the other guys posting on this thread, I see :stuck_out_tongue:

I forgot an s! So sue me! I was trying to do homework and I was tired!!! :stuck_out_tongue:

Ladies, I feel for you. For the last five years I have been turning into my mother, bodywise. Jeans and a T-shirt just don’t work on me anymore. Luckily, at least I’m tall (5’7") as well as large (~size 20), so I can get away with wearing long tops and dusters that skim over my hips and tummy, which are, after all my problem areas. I’ve also been wearing more and more “import” ethnic clothing, which tends to be cut looser and is gorgeous to boot. Now my closet has almost no T-shirts and button-down shirts, and lots more long (thigh- to knee-length) tops and tunics with matching pants and jackets.

The ethnic clothing approach is perhapsa little radical for some, but it’s been working for me!

(Parenthetically, I was going through old family photo albums the other day, and found a picture of myself on the beach when I was about 15. As I recall, I hated my body then – “big” hips, no boobs – but Lord, if I’d known what was coming, I’d have appreciated that little bod more. Yowza! (Of course, I was an innocent young thing and had not been introduced to the concept of “more than a mouthful is wasted” . . . )