My Love/Hate Relationship With My Size 36D Boobs


my mother is about to call me any minute over this photo

I started growing breasts in third grade. Having been almost a full year younger than most of my fellow third graders (thanks to a move from Massachusetts to New Hampshire the year before), I was only eight years old.

I can easily remember the awkwardness and pain of all of a sudden “blossoming” in a part of my body that had been completely flat for the first 7.75 years of my life. As one who was always on the short side, my new body part was directly in line with the edge of my classroom desk, which meant for a lot more aching than was going on already.

It’s interesting to think that as women we probably go from day to day with this part of our body settled and in tact, but yet we don’t think about the beginning stages of it all. It’s bizarre to conceive of the reality that they once “popped” and in the process hurt like hell and looked horrendous under any cotton-knit shirts. I wore a lot of Lacoste pique polos back then; I was doomed.

When my mother told me right before my 9th birthday I needed a bra, I cried for not just hours but days. I was a tomboy (hence the obscene amount of pique polos). I had been the only girl on my little league team, I had rocked a pixie cut for so long that before I started to grow boobs, I was often mistaken for a boy and I loved it. I couldn’t understand why, as a girl, I couldn’t grow up to be a professional football player. Growing boobs was just the absolute proof that I was, indeed, a girl and I couldn’t avoid it. I won’t even get into the drama that followed when I got my first period at 11. I’ll just say it involved a lot of throwing of maxi pads in the bathroom.

My mother took me to a store where we picked out a nude-colored “training” bra for my breasts that were growing at a speed that made one wonder if they were in a competition with someone else on the block. The bra, boring and blah (my first and and last nude-colored one), clipped in the front for convenience and had this very minimal lace trim that I remember quite specifically. I hated that lace trim. I thought of it as some vain attempt to soften the blow of impending womanhood, as if it were mocking me and saying: “Here, take this lace trim as our condolences on your lost childhood and an example of which all your future bras will be made.” Although all my bras that would follow would be lace (and black!), it was the attempt at an apology, a makeshift pat on the back and a missing shoulder for tears that never materialized that bothered me most. I was not ready to be a woman; I was not ready to have, well, a word my mother hates: tits.

By the time I was fourteen I was a 34C. This was also the age in which boys, having not only discovered boobs but are also dealing with their own issues like erections and fur in new places, realized that breasts have a far greater impact on them than they did in years past. When they were babies, breasts were for food; as they grew, they were interesting and foreign because they didn’t have them. However around 13 or 14, boobs take on a whole different role — they’re an aspect of sex, they’re something they have an urge to see and at which to gawk. And as the girl with the biggest rack in my class, I was all but on display at all times. Do you know how many times my bra strap was snapped by a boy in those days? Let’s just say I don’t have enough fingers to cover the amount per week and, in case you were wondering, I have all 10 fingers.

The year I graduated from high school I was a 36D and had a boyfriend who would compliment my boobs so often, it became tiresome and embarrassing. I may have been an x-large in my chest, but in the rest of my body, I was a 6. As much as I loved clothes, I stopped buying anything. It was too much of a hassle to buy shirts and dresses, and by then, although still a tomboy at heart, I wore dresses almost everyday — with Chuck Taylors on my feet, of course. The fact was that my boobs were not going away.

Between 20 and now, my weight has fluctuated with my emotional take on the world. If I’m happy, I’m on the fluffy side for my five-foot frame; if I’m sad, I drop down to a 6 or 4, but no matter what the rest of my body does, my boobs do not change in size. The only thing that has changed them is being on the Pill which, thanks to hormones, has pushed them into the DD and DDD range. With the Pill, what it came down to was DDD boobs or really bad cramps; I chose the latter. Since having gotten the IUD, things have evened out, but not has perfectly as I had hoped.

I love my boobs. As a curvy girl who will never be skinny, although they’re a bit big for me, they do work on my frame at this point in my life. And as much as I hate to admit it, I also love the attention I get from men because of them. I do not dress in provocative ways, and it’s usually only in a summer dress in mid-July that I’ve actually received compliments from men, but still it’s something. As someone who has never been comfortable with her looks (we can cover my French nose at a later date), I’ll take the passing compliments from a stranger at a bar or a male friend — gay or straight (my gays really love my boobs), any day. [tagbox tag="breasts"]

But on the other end, I hate them too. They make shopping a bitch, they give me a back ache and the last person I was sleeping with would often point out how they were starting to sag and would eventually be to my knees. Yes, he was a prick to say that, but it was the truth. At 50, my tits will be down to my knees unless I do something cosmetically about it; and if I have kids and nurse them, well, we’re just adding to the whole gravitational pull of it all.

I feel that at 34 I should be able to love myself completely — both in and out  – but I don’t. I have a love/hate relationship with not only some of my physical assets, but my personality quirks as well. I wonder if anyone is ever completely happy with themselves, head-to-toe, day after day, hour after hour, because if someone is, I’d like to meet them and shake their hand.

I have a 36D rack that, according to the saleswoman at Victoria’s Secret last week, is actually a 36DD situation. However, as long as I can get away with it, I will squeeze myself into a single D cup and accept the asset/burden with which I was born. And if they’re down to my knees at 50, I’ll cry a bit and when you tell me to shut the hell up, I will bitch slap you with my right tit, because by then it will be easy.

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    • JT

      Well, I… love ‘em! :D

      • JT

        …IMO, many women would ‘kill’ to be gifted with such a bust. :)

    • Achelle

      Completely understand I’ve had the same love/ hate with my breast and even a period of denial where I refused to move up from a C cup. Once a DD started fitting a little too snug… I said to hell with bras they’re expensive, most in my size are all granny colored or they have padding which I don’t need or want and they are UNCOMFORTABLE! Damn them all the “hell” I invested in camisoles and I’ve been a happy comfortable camper since and I’ve started to love my breasts even more after a year they’re still sitting where they should be and I honestly enjoy the complement of “really! and they just sit up like that” , (when I try to wear a bra with certain outfits I always end up taking it off because it’s just obnoxious for them to be up that high) anyway boobs are awesome

    • Karen

      True, most of my friends and my younger sister would kill to have my 36D, but being 5’1″ and a size 2 waist it makes it very difficult to shop for clothes, not to mention the constant backache that gets much worse during my periods. I’m not looking forward to them getting even bigger when I have children.

      It’s definitely a 30% love and 70% hate for me.

    • Jamie Peck

      I feel you, sister. But I love my giant boobs. I don’t really have the most subtle personality so it seems fitting that I’d have an emphatic body.

      • pattya

        yep. me too. i agree. i love my boobs and my personality to match. you will find someone who loves them too. remember everyone gets saggy eventually. don’t waste time worry about that now. flaunt them if you got them.

      • Jenny

        “Emphatic body” – I love it. I’m going to use that.

        Thank you for writing this! I have 36D (DD according to VS) breasts and I have learned to love them. I’m a size 12/14 and my large boobs (and round butt) help balance out the extra weight I carry.

        That said – shopping is a miserable experience. Nothing ever fits right, and lord help me if I want to wear something that buttons up the front. The most annoying part, to me, are all the cute things I can’t wear because my body makes it look to overtly sexual.

    • Kj

      If you want, I can go beat up the ex who made the comments about your boobs sagging to your knees. I hope you responded appropriately about his future receding hairline/saggy balls/etc. (As a fellow large chested lady, I am super sensitive about that particular issue, and have started my future plastic surgery fund already. I’m 26 so hopefully I’ll be good to go by 50 :P)

      I am jealous that your mother at least took you to buy a training bra.

      When my boob started sprouting at age 10, my mom was convinced I didn’t need a bra “until high school,” so my only bra was a hand-me-down sports bra from my cousin that had to make do for 2 years, until my godmother took pity on me and took me bra shopping. (And even then… FRUMP CITY.)

      My mom kept up the same idiotic attitude with my sister and I bought her her first bra in order to spare her the trauma I went through.

      …so you can see why it’s a bit of a sore point for me.

      • Amanda Chatel

        Dear Kj – Yes! If you could go beat up that guy who said that, I’d greatly appreciate it. I’ll even bake you cupcakes.

    • Eileen

      Don’t believe VS. I’m fairly certain they “vanity size” their bras – I’m a 36C or so, but there I’m going to look for a 34D.

      JT: I knew a girl in college who is about a size two or four with DDs, and at 19 she doesn’t like the way she looks topless because of sagging issues. I also have a teenage cousin who, despite being a petite Asian girl, has breasts that arrive in a room before she does and complains about them all the time. So, no, women would not “kill” to be “gifted” with that kind of top-heavy-ness. I think most want to be average with a thin waist.

      • Kj

        Hear hear! I was thinking of posting something along the same lines :P

    • LCT

      As a small-chested gal, I can’t say that I can empathize. But I know that one of my good friends was built that way, and she decided to get a breast reduction at 23. She says it’s the best thing she’s ever done–no more back pain, and she can wear regular bras without have to go all frumptastic. For her, it was worth every penny.

    • Arnie

      I feel your pain. I was fourteen when I got boobs, and at al all-girls’ school with a sack uniform, so fortunately skipped the worst of that. The problem was that they never stopped growing. By my last year of uniform wearing, I could no longer button up the front of my dress properly, and had to wear my jumper at all times.

      I’m now 21, and while they’ve slowed down, I’ve gone up another cup size since moving to America last August, and the 12E bras I brought with me no longer fit without half my boob spilling out over the top. So far I have been utterly unsuccessful in finding anything over a 34DD. Apparently if you’ve got F-sized boobs, you’re meant to be wider than a 34.

      I’m still very aware that I have very fantastic boobs, though, even if that won’t last forever, and I can pull them off without it being too noticeable, because I’m also 5’11″.

    • Anonymous

      I have a 34C and I am 13, and a size 0. Dresses are IMPOSSIBLE. All women envy a big bust but it takes me forever to find a dress that will fit.

    • caroline

      I am a 32G, and funnily enough, i’m currently in a really pissed off mood because they ridiculously large in this dress I want to wear and now i’m on such a downer about it, I dont think i’ll go to the event that i bought the dress for. Im a size 8, but i feel i like about a 12 with the tits. I’m a med student, and when I bend over in scrubs, I can see the male doctors copping a look, and I dont appreciate it. I dont ever get them out, I despise them.

      ps i love jamie peck

      • Amanda Chatel

        I think we’re all in love with Jamie.

    • Daisy

      I used to have a 75F and am only 1m60 (sorry, I think in European measurements), and it was horrendous! I’m not a very subtle person either (LOL at Jamie Peck’s comment), but it was just too much to bare for my small frame. Strange thing is, I didn’t have any boobs until I was 16, I used to be picked on by school mates for being so flat chested. By the time I was 20, I had had a breast reduction. Luckily, in Belgium you qualify for complete refunds if your (ahum) ‘problem’ is too big. It was the best decision I ever made. I got more trouble from girls, who just used to stare very openly (whereas guys learn from an early age to not stare at boobs). My back hurt all the time, I couldn’t stand through concerts or walk the entire day on trips. Dressed didn’t fit, I couldn’t wear anyting that needed to be buttoned up. And, I can admit openly that from the age of 18, I had saggy boobs. No way was I going to live with that, not if it could be solved.
      Eight year later I’m left with a 75C, which I couldn’t be happier with, since it gives me an (almost) perfect hourglass shape. I’m much more comfortable with my body, I’m actually doing sports now and sometimes I leave the house without a bra without people even noticing. It’s heavenly.

    • MsParkSays

      As someone who was finally brave enough to go get my bra professionally fitted at the age of 25 after having boobs since I was 9, I was baffled by my size: 32E. I asked the woman if she was sure, and having tried other sizes, and other places, I’m realizing that these super freakin’ expensive bras are the only ones that make me feel supported. I hate having to spend that much money on a bra (most of the time doubled what VS charges), and that I can’t partake in the super cute VS sets, but knowing that my boobs are held up in the right place and well supported so they may be more perky and less inclined to sag as I get older.
      Other than the exorbitant amount of money I spend on bras, I do love them, most of the time. But the love/hate thing I understand, so very well. They are fantastic and I love them, but they don’t do me a lot of favors with particular shirts and dresses.

    • Tania

      My love/hate is for being small chested. I love how they’re perky! I hate how cleavage is not something I can get without leaning forward and squishing them with my hands. Which isn’t the sexy, hey-boys-look-at-me look most women are trying to achieve.

      I’m pretty sure that my two sisters got all the boobs, including my share. Both are slender with D cups, and here I am with my wimpy A cup. Sigh.

    • Hooty McBoob

      ‘The year I graduated from high school I was a 36D and had a boyfriend who would compliment my boobs so often, it became tiresome and embarrassing. I may have been an x-large in my chest, but in the rest of my body, I was a 6.’

      ‘Between 20 and now, my weight has fluctuated with my emotional take on the world. If I’m happy, I’m on the fluffy side for my five-foot frame; if I’m sad, I drop down to a 6 or 4, but no matter what the rest of my body does, my boobs do not change in size.’

      You’re five foot tall and take around a 6 in dress size. Unless you have the shoulder blades of the Hulk (which, from the pic, no), I doubt that your back size is 36. What’s the measurement under your boobs? Don’t add any inches. Work from that.

      What I’m guessing will happen is that your cup, when sized correctly, will be a few above D. That’s okay. A genuine D on a slimmish frame is what the general public would call ‘almost flat-chested’. I’m the same dress size as you (top and bottom), and I take a 28FF-GG. If you saw me on the street, you would not gawk at my rack. It is a perfectly normal rack.

      Unfortunately, the majority of bra manufacturers have their heads in the sand. It’s rare to find anywhere going below a 32, and then their cups will probably only go to D. I strongly recommend ordering from the UK. Figleaves and Bravissimo are good (the latter is the only place I’ve found that does credible bra-sizing). Or drop me a note or something. Seriously. Racks are important.

      • Amanda Chatel

        I don’t know why, but your comment really made my day. I think it was your last two sentences…
        You’re awesome.

      • Hooty McBoob

        You’re welcome. I’m still very angry at said manufacturers because I was wearing a 34DD for ages. Long story short, there are people who know about this stuff. If you can get hold of my e-mail and want bra sourcing tips or similar, seriously do let me know.

      • Amanda Chatel

        Actually, your email address pops up with your comment in my inbox… so you will be hearing from me very soon! This is your warning, so you’re not totally creeped out…

      • MM

        This this this! I always thought the people harping on about proper bra sizes were full of it until I got a fitting myself and it seriously makes everything better. I’m actually a C cup and I’m small enough that I don’t even wear a bra with everything, so I’m sure you’re bigger than a D.

    • Joanna

      “I feel that at 34 I should be able to love myself completely — both in and out – but I don’t.”

      I don’t know why you should expect that of yourself at age 34. At 51, I’m just beginning to fully love and adore myself.

      If that seems too depressing, I would also like to mention that my own DDs remain firm and perky and nowhere near my knees, so really, don’t fear aging.

      • Tiny P

        I’m a guy and I wish I had had the guy equivalent of that growth spurt when I was 15. I waited and waited… and waited, but the increase in size that I had hoped for just didn’t happen. Today, at 25, I have the guy-package equivalent of an A-cup. One of the nicer (and, unfortunately, accurate) terms to describe it is Tom Thumb. Girls with big boobs: don’t fret, it could be worse. Much worse. :(

      • caroline

        this might sound really creepy, but any tips for keeping boobs firm and perky into your 50s?

    • Jayne

      I know how it feels- when I was 15, I went from a 34B to a 34DD, in a year. Now I’ve lost a bit of weight and after being a 32E for a year or two, have recently changed sizes again as a result of being on the pill and am now a 30FF/30G. It’s awful.

      I’m 20, I love clothes shopping and fashion but I hate how nothing fits me, and hasn’t for a long time. All the stores that stock pretty bras with lace where I live never have my size. And, to be honest, my boobs don’t actually look as big as the cup size might suggest.

      Why don’t more people in the fashion industry realise that there is a niche market for people with large cup sizes and small band sizes? I’ve resolved to learn to sew, so I can finally have more clothes that aren’t tight across my chest and loose around my waist.

      • Tiny P

        I’m a guy and I wish I had had the guy equivalent of that growth spurt when I was 15. I waited and waited… and waited, but the increase in size that I had hoped for just didn’t happen. Today, at 25, I have the guy-package equivalent of an A-cup. One of the nicer (and, unfortunately, accurate) terms to describe it is Tom Thumb. Girls with big boobs: don’t fret, it could be worse. Much worse. :(

    • CT

      Someone please start a clothing line or specialty store for all the size 2 – size 8 women with D+ cup size. 98% of the clothes at the mall DON’T FIT us. I would have no problems with my 34DDD breasts if it weren’t for the shopping nightmare. We need a store where every item in it is designed for us, so we can decide whether or not to buy something based on our fashion sense and not simply because it’s the only thing at the mall that fits.

    • elizabeth

      i tink itz cool yhu gat big boobz,,,i hv big boobz at 17,,,wen my mates re just growin,,,sumtymz it feelz heavy awkward embarassin but itz cool nd 4 d best,,,plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz feel cool wth yhur boobz

    • reggie

      well I guess I shouldn’t complain anymore about clothes shopping. I’m size 4 with i guess a 34B? i have no idea. I’m almost 25 and have never been fitted but from comments here maybe im actually a 32C? I dunno I gotta get that done. My main issue has always been with pants. I’m nearly 5’7″, making me just tall enough for pants to look short and just short enough for Longs to drag and rip across the ground. So basically I always look like a hobo.

    • LCT

      Kinda makes you appreciate the old “made to order” system of buying clothes a whole lot more! Yeah, it would be more expensive, and take longer, but imagine life without the headache of going shopping and only finding McSizes. If only…

    • Colleen

      I am 36, have a 34F cup, and am 5’3″. And I’m quite content with that.

      A friend of mine went YEARS squeezing into a D cup and considered breast reduction surgery. She was finally fitted properly, and was actually an H cup. After buying properly fitting bras, she no longer had the back pain and didn’t get surgery.

      Another friend of mine was considering reduction surgery, then started doing Pilates, which did wonders for her core & back strength.

      Ladies, before going under the knife, try getting fitted properly first. The price of a good bra is worth it. In the U.S., you can be fitted at Nordstrom’s, and they have a great selection of bras. I have different colours & styles, and none fit into the fugly category.

    • helen

      i love big boobs

    • SA

      In my other life (age 16-22) I had a love/ hate issue with my large boobs. I wore the VS 36DD, with my breasts popping out on the sides. I had a proper fitting elsewhere and they said I was an ‘EF” (wt?)
      I wore 2-3 sports bras (at once) when I wanted to workout- aerobics. I didn’t run because it not only did it hurt, but was embarassing. Guys gawked and giggled when I wore a bathing suit, or when I wore something that actually showed off my “waist”. Some guy in college said I had the biggest boobs he’s ever seen… I think he also was decked by a girl for the first time that night he said it. I got the breast reduction, and now I run 6min miles…and I don’t look back.

    • Jangalian

      I have kind of like a two pronged issue here, with the clothing sizes. My breasts and hips are wide, and my waist is tucked in, so I can’t wear all the popular cute styles that are ever so fashionable right now, with the low slung jeans and the low cut tops because I would look like some sort of street walker if I even dared. Instead, I poke around in the ladies’ section and hope something won’t be too horrible for me to wear that will cover my boobs n’ butt. It sure won’t make me feel or look cute. :(

      Might as well slap on some glittery fake lashes and sky high stilettos, cause I want to shop in my age range for once.

    • Nanfoodle

      My blossoming story is quite similar to yours. I started growing in the 3rd grade and by the time I was in 6th,I was, unwillingly, shopping for C-cup sized bras. I’m pretty sure in the time between that, I only wore white training bras and then the years following that were Walmart brand lacy white bras and I absolutely hated lace (and as part of an on-going grudge,I still hate lace bras).Middle school was horrible and I spent two years in hoodies so no one could see just how much bigger I was than everyone else.

      It was in 8th grade though, that a male friend decided it would be good fun to ‘name’ my breasts because it was a popular trend at the time to name different parts of your body. While the naming process and probably a year after that was the most embarrassment I had ever endured, this actually probably help me come to accept my size.

      There were many lunches spent with my friends discussing my breasts and making guesses about them in front of me, occasionally asking me direct questions. I must’ve kept the ‘this doesn’t bother’ act up well enough because it happened many times but after every session,I would always excuse myself and spend the last five or so minutes of lunch crying in the bathroom. But I didn’t want to make the situation any more awkward by crying at the table or actually speaking up and saying I was uncomfortable (because that would be more awkward) so I endeavored to get used to it and get over it. And using the names my friend had given them helped a lot; I was able to think of them, even slightly, as people, or things that regularly had names, and talk about them as such.

      Clothes shopping is a massive pain D: I love dresses and my body could fit into a smaller dress but wide tits demands plus size shirts and medium to large bottoms.It’s eternally amusing and frustrating to buy size 5 panties and 40DDD bras.

    • Melissa

      I can’t lie, a little part of me died inside when I read first that you fluctuate from a size 4 to a size 6, and then that you’re apparently a “curvy girl who will never be skinny”. Bitch please, and I mean that in the nicest way possible, as a 36D-DDD (depending on brand) and a size 16P (16 is the avg size for most American women, incidentally, although you wouldn’t know that by the way clothes are sold). I’ve got news: a size 4 or 6 qualifies as skinny. But in the end-does it really matter anyway?

      Curvy or skinny, 36A or 36F, we’re all just people and we are our own worst critics most of the time, and for what? Boob size doesn’t matter any more than dick size when it comes down to it. It has no bearing on the person you are, but it seems most of us suffer from the disconnect of deep down inside knowing this to be true, but still gobbling up all that photoshopped fashion claptrap and hating ourselves while we do it. The trick is realizing how inconsequential our looks are in the long run, and that the grass is always greener on the other side. While you’re bitching about your tits and how they’re too big, there’s an A cup out there who thinks she looks like a 12 year old boy and she hates it. For every size 16 wishing she was thinner, there’s a size 2 wishing other women didn’t hate her for being thin. It’s a vicious cycle, and only we can put a stop to it but not feeding into it.

      The first bra was invented by a man and while that design has evolved over time, the basics of it have stayed mostly the same. Go figure. That’s a design flaw right there, as far as I’m concerned. Bras are often stupid, complicated, uncomfortable or ineffective.

      Maybe us big breasted ladies need to band together and start designing bras for plus sized boobs that actually function the way they should!

    • Lili

      I don’t mean that as harsh as it may come across, but reading this I had a flashback. To my friend who is a curvy size 2-4 with perfect (also big) boobs and eats like a cow without gaining any weight BUT always complains about her feet! Jeez, she got the body many women dream of (and perfect skin), and at almost 6 feet, one can expect slightly larger-than-average feet, no? Another flashback were all the models going “Oh I was so ugly as a teenager it was horrible. Hi hi.” I’m glad you’re mostly good with what yo momma gave ya though. There are not enough women who are content with what they have by far!

    • EGK

      I had reduction surgery that went disastrously wrong.

      I had almost the same experience growing up as the author of the original article, right down to the anger over not being able to fit in with the boys anymore. In my early 20s I decided to have reduction surgery, at that point I was a 36DD.
      To make a very, very long and personally gut-wrenching short, I lost my right breast. Ten years later I am still dealing (or not dealing, most of the time) with fallout from that time of my life (almost a year of sitting on the couch, four surgeries including one with local anesthetic only which was so painful I don’t think I could even accurately describe it). Instead of going under the knife again for an implant (terrifying) I got an amazing tattoo over the scars.
      The whole point of sharing this is to tell people – If you’re going to get reduction surgery MAKE SURE you KNOW the surgeon doing the procedure. By know I mean interview their prior patients, I mean not only make sure they are board certified but find out the nature of any complaints, spend at least five (or more! don’t be afraid to hang out there) with them, make sure they have done this procedure very recently (not just that they know how and have done it), and for the love of all please, please, please speak up and be the squeakiest wheel EVER if you feel like something is wrong. Even if they tell you it’s fine.

      Incidentally, it is so friggin annoying that that I went from 36DD and not being able to fit into clothing to one breast and not being able to fit into clothing. Gah!

      Do your research. Speak up.
      Oh and even after everything, I don’t miss them.

    • Cat

      This is awesome to be able to commiserate about this with so many other ladies who’ve gone through the same thing! I don’t know anyone else in RL who shares this problem, so its great to hear yall express the same frustrations!

      Im a size 8 with 36E (DDDD) chest, 5’2″ and 150lbs so im short and very curvy. @CT I totally agree that someone in retail needs to start catering to our niche, b/c obviously there are more of us out there than I thought. The worst are button-downs for me, b/c they NEVER fit right unless I spend an extra $30 at the tailor getting the waist taken in on an oxford 2 sizes too big (just so the buttons dont ‘pull’). Swimsuits are another big one (forget about joining in that impromptu beach volley ball game w your friends, or else the whole beach will see your tits boucing out of your top, so go sit on the sidelines and smile while you sip your beer wishing you could play too)

      I have considered breast reduction too. My grandparents even offered to pay to get it done. MOST AWKWARD conversation w my grandparents EVER. While I know that it could significantly affect my life for the better, I’ve come to the conclusion that Im not ready to change my body yet. Also, my big boobs at this point are as much a part of my identity as my freckles. I would be sad to see them go b/c they’ve been part of me for so long. Probably will get something done after I have kids though, a little lift/tuck to prevent my nipples from reaching my belly button, but im not sure it will involve a reduction.

      Although my boobs have caused me to feel much discomfort, awkardness, and even shame since I first got them at age 11, I have come to love and accept them as a part of me. It wasnt until I moved away from home after high school, that I really started moving towards this acceptance, with the help of awesomely supportive girlfriends and a social group that reveled in nudity and individual beauty. (becoming comfortable w being naked around lots of naked friends really helps you come to terms w your own imperfections/body issues!) Yes it mostly sucks b/c big boobs have been burned into our collective sub-conscious as sexualized imagery, big boobs = sex. For me, they are just boobs! When someone gets a glimpse of my cleavage it might make them immediately think “sex! sexy sex!” in red flashing letters, but trust me, when they are hanging around all the time, they are not nearly as arousing. They are apart of my daily life, not just involved in my sexlife.

      I used to get uncomfortable, angry, or defensive when people asked about my boobs, NO THEY ARE NOT FAKE but it was none of your business to being with! Now I rarely take offense when someone asks about my boobs or comments on them (in a non-threatening way/in a safe environment), i sometimes even let them cop a feel through my shirt (not strangers obviously). I have come to realize that my bazungas are indeed an oddity, and not necessarily an attractive or unattractive or even sexual one at that – these people who ask me about them are asking usually because they are genuinely curious! They’ve never had boobs (or had boobs that large) and wonder what they feel like, how they move, what its like to live w them. Its the same way I feel about people who wear eye-correction (I’ve never had vision problems), b/c im fascinated by the idea of waking up and not being able to clearly identify my surroundings as soon as i open my eyes.

      • A1

        I love your outlook on life. How refreshing and wonderful! Wondering if I could have a feel, because I too have always been curious about how large breasts move, and feel!

    • Robin

      Boobs Boobs Boobs! Oh how I’ve always wanted big boobs! I grew up in the shadow of my older sister’s boobs. I’ve always had the body of,”a 12 year old boy.” (her words, not mine) and then one day I got pregnant and slowly my 32 A’s (does that even count as having anything or is it just so that the “flatties” won’t feel left out) grew and grew and grew! A week after my first son was born I was wearing 38DD nursing bras. It was crazy, to the point where my dad actually asked my sister if I got breast implants! I didn’t love them and I didn’t love the fact that they came with 50 extra pounds of baby weight! The boobs I had always wanted were not sexual and I didn’t not look hot! They eventually went away and I’m back to my original “12 year old” frame. Now my 32 A’s are back and I’d like to say it was fun while it lasted…but it wasn’t. I feel your pain…big boobs are overrated!

    • Farah

      So I’m a 36DD, and sometimes a 36E. I’ve had these massive boobs since I was twelve (I started growing boobs at ten) and although they’re annoying at times, and make me cringe sometimes when I look at them in the mirror, I DO love them.
      Yeah, they’re not perky. Yeah, it’s hard to find clothes to fit. And yeah, they draw a lot of attention. But I really can’t complain.
      They look great in a well fitted bra and they look fantastic in proper fitted clothes. I’m always complimented on them, and although this can make me feel awkward, it also makes me feel good inside.
      Of course I understand your love/hate feelings toward your own, but it’s really not that big of a deal. Trust me.
      If you were magically given smaller breasts now, you’d enjoy them, love them, and feel fantastic. But over the weeks and months something else about yourself will start bothering you. It’s an endless cycle really.
      What us big breasted women need to do is love and accept our size. We should be happy we have them. Besides, we have more important things to be thinking about.
      Don’t get me wrong, I get you and every other woman that feels bad, even I feel that way sometimes.
      But at the end of the day, they’re just boobs. Big annoying boobs.
      Don’t get breast reduction surgery. Just don’t.

    • Malloryy.

      Guys, you shouldn’t complain. Although by saying that, I am a hypocrite. I’m 14 years old, in 8th grade, and I have the biggest boobs in my class. I have been dubbed “volcano breasts” by fellow classmates.. Talk about embarrassing. I am 5’7”, a size 8 jeans, and a size 36DD bra. I refuse to be that big. I won’t accept my body for what it is. I used to cram myself into C’s but I finally found a D that I like the fit to, so I bought it in every color, and that is all I wear, still cramming my breasts. I’d give anything to stay a 36C for the rest of my life. I plan on getting a reduction when I’m older because at this rate, I’ll be WAY up in the letters by college. It’s so uncomfortable going swimming and even shopping for clothes because NOTHING fits right.

    • gerson buada

      Big boobs how i love to sip them when the nipples are so long and the boobs is so big when i see a girl i always say can i touch your boobs and sip and your nipples but they say always no when i ask them can sex you they say of course i love to i allways go to the big boobs and long nipples

    • AndreeaC

      I to am a 36D. I’ve dealt with the back pain and everything up until now. I work full time and I’m a doctoral student. I drink coffee to get me through the day, which I’m sure doesn’t help. But now the pain so bad, I just about can’t tolerate it anymore. I was actually thinking of getting a reduction. It sucks. Glad I came across this though. Nice to know there are others suffering with me.

    • WebbyD

      I’ve read through the story and comments that are so similar to my experience. I’m 5’1″ with 34D to 34DD. After I had my son I was a 44D while nursing, now at midlife I’m between a D or C cup. If you keep a steady weight and exercise that includes strength training there is no reason that your boobs will be down to your knees. I’ve seen women my age with A’s that very pendulous. I like curves now more than ever! It just requires a bit more up keep. Ladies….never tolerate a partner that does not love your body as well as your soul….NEVER!!!!

    • Richard

      Interesting. That guy that said that about your boobs sagging was a dick. Not sure how to phrase this, but I actually appreciate that? when the girl I am dating takes her clothes off. It shows me they are real and imperfect, but you know what, nothing is perfect, so the imperfection actually kind of makes me like her more and makes her more attractive to me. Just wanted to throw that out there, that not all men are looking for perfection when it comes to a woman’s body. Cheers.

    • dude

      I love how women think 36Ds are big..

      • shortone

        36Ds can be big on someone like myself. I am 5 foot even and a 36D. They are big for my height and frame.

    • dude

      I wonder if well see this much complaining and ‘insecurity’ when the next rapper flipflops away from big disgusting asses. I would have died as an 8th grader (and now) to be with a large chested woman.. Died.

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    • dude

      If you think you have it bad as a huge boob’d woman you can’t imagine the societal backlash/being looked at funny that occurs when you come out/profess your sweater bunny love as a (self-described) boob-monster, such as I. I get so angry for women when I think about the psychological war being fought against all of them by specific interests (including themselves).. To think someone would mutilate their body to be received as anyone except themselves, for whatever reason, when the love of their life is out there waiting for them in the world absolutely destroys me. If I ever make it as a musician expect deeply serious entendre, with everything ‘else’. It’s time for all of us to stop constructing barriers to live accordingly by and bridge the gap between the human condition and our cognizance; to live accepted within ourselves and at peace with our mind, guided by love.

    • Charles_Miller

      Stop worrying about the size of your body parts, okay? You DO NOT WANT a guy who gravitates to you for the size of your tits or your ass or your vagina. If you seriously want a guy like that, you’re going to find yourself divorced, probably several times. Look, be secure in WHO YOU ARE, forget about attracting men, okay, and just live a strong, independent life. When you can do that, you will find yourself meeting men who are also independent and secure with who they are. THAT’S who you want, a guy (or, for fucksake, a girl) who is not interested solely in body parts.

    • Bfreez

      I’m 19 but I didn’t really start to develop until I was 15, and then I feel like I went from an A to 36D overnight. I too have a love/hate relationship with them. I like the attention but shopping gets frustrating because of my chest and long arms. I’m also very athletic so doing sports is embarrassing, no matter what type of bra I own, my girls just seem to have a mind of their own