Well, I think her rack looks fine as well; however, she’s ruined the line of the beautiful dress by refusing to wear a bra. THAT is a real shame. There are lots of dresses that are improved by going braless. That is certainly not one of them and she looked like a middle aged matron.
Shame, really because she’s quite pretty and has a nice figure when she dresses it properly.
I was actually going to argue about her bra size too; but apparently you’re pretty close - she’s a 34 C. I would have thought she was closer in size to me (34DDD) but I guess she’s just more droopy than I am (mine ARE somewhat torpedo like. You could take an eye out with one if you weren’t careful…)
I was yet another early bloomer, a C-cup by 4th grade and now a 38 DDD. I got teased in elementary school and junior high but I was kind of proud in a way. Aesthetically I really like my breasts. They are probably my favorite body part, because their size matches my wide hips and while it wouldn’t kill me to lose more weight, I do like my basic shape, which is well-proportioned. Physically they can be a problem. Back pain and soreness, the way they interfere with physical activities like running or doing push-ups… the way they swell up and ache when I’m PMSing… yeah, so I guess I feel somewhat ambiguous. I have considered reduction surgery, but it sounds painful, and besides, I really like them, and definitely so does my husband.
I rarely have the problem of feeling like guys are staring at my breasts. I don’t like to wear low-cut tops and I don’t try to bring attention to them. I don’t really need to. They are what they are, and I figure if someone really wants to notice them, they will be noticed. One time recently I had a client come into our office while I was sitting at the front desk, and he was definitely looking down my shirt (one of the few v-necks I have) because he got distracted and trailed off and then apologized. It is the first time in my recent memory that something like that has happened to me. I thought it was kind of endearing. But if it happened all the time I’m sure it would get old real fast.
The only time I’ve been unhappy with my breasts was during a college archery class. I did not turn in my stance properly, and consequently, when I loosed the arrow, the bowstring hit my right breast.
I regained speech after about five minutes of curling in a ball around my poor, battered boobie. The bruise lasted better than a week and was the size of my fist.
Now I understand why Amazons were said to have cut off their right breasts. Extreme, but understandable.
I actually filled in rather late, my junior and senior years of high school. So, instead of spending my tenderest years being gawped at, I was under the impression that no one looked at all. It turned out that the guys around me had just learned some manners by then. A friend pointed out to me all the times men checked out my girls, and I’d had no idea!
As it is, I still feel that I haven’t put them to the best use. I’m single for far more time than I’m in a relationship. I have no children and probably won’t get to have any, which means no breastfeeding for me. Their delicious size, which I’ve always enjoyed, has been enough to cause them to droop a little early. If I ever manage to lose the weight I need to, one of the things I will consider is a boob lift so they can be perky again.
(Also, I adore Dolly Parton’s joke: she has Weapons of Mass Distraction, and she’s named them Shock and Awe.)
Owie! I had a bow string hit my arm (elbow was rotated) and that left a humongous and painful bruise for weeks. I can only imagine it on the boob.
(I imagine that if the story is true, that Amazons would cut off whatever breast was on the side they drew from. Which arm you use depends on which eye is dominant. For me I hold the bow with the right arm and pull the string with the left.)
I’m a guy, and I’ve always liked large breasts. But something I’d like to point out is that I really have a thing for large, natural breasts. I find most examples of breast augmentation pretty obvious (though in some cases it can fill out clothes better, it really depends on the woman/implant/reasons).
However, at the same time, small boobs are good, too. In fact, breasts for me are a lot like beer, in that I enjoy a lot of varieties and appreciate the uniqueness of them. One thing I like about breasts in general is that no pair are alike. I could be setting off women’s bullshit alarms when I say this, but seeing a lover’s breasts means I am seeing something sexy about that woman that no other woman has. Whether it be the way they sit (hang?) their shape, the nipples or maybe some little cute mole/birthmark, there is something there that is unique. Sure, there are other beautiful parts of a woman’s body, but most of which (hair, arms, butt, legs, etc) I have too. I don’t have a pair of jugs I can cram into a shirt and squeeze and lick
(ok I admit it I am drunk and ironically enough my friends and I just got back from hooters, so I am sorry that I am coming off as a super creepo)
ANYWAY :rolleyes: the point I am trying to make is that for me, breasts are a very beautiful, mysterious and unique part of a woman. And if it weren’t for breasts I probably wouldn’t trip on the steps of my bus at work so many times, but I’m not complaining
