I have always had an ambivalent relationship with my breasts. I ‘blossomed’ early and quickly, and was wearing underwire bras in grade 6, which was less than thrilling as soon as the novelty wore off. By the time I got out of high school, my wardrobe was composed almost entirely baggy over-sized sweaters. Oddly enough, I never got a whole lot of attention directed at my boobs from my peers, but I felt like I was, and gave myself a bit of a complex about it. It took about two years into college before I started to feel like my boobs were an asset rather than a burden. I think that if I had started sprouting breasts about five years later than I actually did I would have felt much better about the whole thing.
In college I was a DD-cup, so largish but not obscenely so, and I do not have a twiggy frame so they were carried well. I started to enjoy male attention to them, although not in excess or by creepy people. I developed a sense of humour and a wardrobe of low-cut, fitted shirts and was fairly happy with myself.
Then they started growing again! WTF! Now I’m an H-cup, having gone up a cup-size every 18 months or so since I found out there was such thing as a DDD-cup, and all the bitterness about being big-boobed is coming back. I’m getting the bra-strap grooves, underwire marks, sore shoulders and back pain, and the difficulty in finding clothes that fit properly, yadda yadda yadda. I still like that I have boobs, and on days when I’m in a good mood and am wearing the right clothes, they make me feel sexy and fun. But it’s way too easy for the mood to plummet into ‘someone please cut these damn things off’ lately.
I would LOVE for my boobs to be average. I rarely get the feeling these days that people are only talking to my breasts, but I have the kind of personality that does not invite that kind of treatment, and I’m told I can be a little intimidating, so that may be a factor. Or it could just be that I talk fast enough that if you let my boobs distract you, you’re going to lose the thread fairly quickly.
So yeah, I’m ambivalent. Too big or too small depends on your frame and preferred level of physical activity. I think mine are too big, but I would also look out of proportion with anything smaller than a D-cup, being a bit hippy.
Hmm, that meandered a bit. Short form for the tl;dr crowd: Boobs, more complicated than you might think.