So you’re switching to a corset, right? 
Ah yes, bras… I hate hate HATE them. The only time I wear one is if I’m out of the house- which isn’t too often right now. There’s no way I could get away with going braless, sadly. The girls are just too, eh, voluminous. And sportsbras??? They make me look like I have a uniboob. Yuck!
Is that a promise?
I’m with you, sister. I’m a DD…I’d need a permit to let these puppies out without a leash in public
Besides…bras in my size tend to cost about $40 a pop. I’m gonna get my money’s worth, by golly! 
Oh no… some women (I’m not one of them) REALLY need to wear a bra. Like my cow of an upstairs neighbor- first time I saw her, it was a profile shot. I thought that she had to be about 10 months pregnant. Then I saw her from the front and realized that no, she just didn’t have a bra on.
God save us from the no-over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder horrors.
And we danced, like a wave on the ocean, romanced.
I’d love to switch to wearing corsets-all that nice back support!
I don’t generally have problems with my bras, but when I do anything that involves much movement, the underwire gets uncomfortable. I’ve found that an excercise bra is much more comfortable in these situations- perhaps that would work for you.
So why don’t you? Corsets were the backbone (ahem) of female attire for ages, so they’re not that bad!
Well, first I have to FIND a decent corset. I am planning on making one, perhaps.
This is why I’m always surprised that more men don’t sew.
‘You say the cups are too small? sigh- I guess I’ll just have to measure you again.’
Sorry honies. I’m a decent C-cup, and also a neurotic, self-indulgent one, and I’ve never been uncomfortable in a bra… maybe you need to buy them bigger?
Then there’s finding somebody to lace you into it…
Dor-Ne Corset Shoppe: Celebrating curves since 1932
Open Monday-Saturday 10 a.m.-6 p.m.
8126 Georgia Avenue, Silver Spring, MD, 301/589-5151
One of these days, I’m taking my SO up there for a proper bra. No more spilling over!
I would like to rise in support of the brasseire. Female breasts are supurbly fitted to their function of titilating the male member of the species. There is nothing which will such the attention of passing males more amply than a well displayed pair of breasts. (Although in the right circumstances, singles can be uniquely fetching as well) Bras allow hooters to be displayed in many different configurations. Many more than are possible without them. There are even bras which promise to reduce the apperent size of a womans chest. If you can believe such a thing. This variety is the mothers milk of modern society. Bras are the teat by which we enjoy this bounty, if you will excuse the pun.
The only thing better than a woman who proudly displays her assets is a woman who does so and is happy doing it. I would never dream of pressuring a woman into wearing a garment of any sort which she found uncomfortable. Please don’t take this projection of mine as any such pressure. I would, in fact, prefer to offer my thanks to all of you whether you wear bras or not. Thanks, and well done.
As a potential service for those of you who had the patience to bear with me so far, I offer the following link.
This is a UK site, but the subject matter is universal. I assume all of you fine bra hating ladies have seen this sort of information.
Heh.
Can I Get An amen?!
I’d just like to point out that pervert has the most passionate argument in this thread. That is all 
Seconded! I like my bra, it stops me bouncing when I shouldn’t bounce.
Although, that said, rather disturbingly, the frequency at which an aeroplane seems to vibrate as its approaching take off, appears to be the natural frequency of my breasts. Not that my travelling companions have noticed yet.
I’m with you. Not only do my DD’s hurt like hell when I don’t wear a bra, it looks a bit obscene for a 24 year old to have boobs down to her stomach.
Plus size stores tend to carry pretty and inexpensive bras. My two favorites aren’t even slightly painful and they both cost me $15. They’re also very pretty. They’re not at all like the fugly white things most department stores sell to us voluptuous ladies.