I used to be a bra fitter at a bra boutique and the number of women who cried when we got a bra that fit properly and was comfortable and made them feel like they liked their body! Huge boobs to tiny boobs to post-baby boobs, it seemed to be a universal feeling.
Getting a proper bra fitting was seriously one of the best things I've EVER done for my body, and I'm always telling my friends. What a cool job you had!
This is perfect. Written with great wit and honesty. I remember longing for the boob fairy. I remember an early boyfriend telling me ‘more than a handful is wasted’ when I barely had a handful. The boob fairy came for me permanently eventually (too much, tbh) but I still relate, from my earlier self. As for a male pen name giving confidence; yes indeed. I considered for a long time doing the same. But isn’t it annoying? I dream of a day when this very idea would be ridiculous.
Love this article! I could write a treatise on my lifelong attempt to adjust to the size of my breasts:
they were practically nonexistent until I was 17; then larger than I liked until about 23 when I decided they were perfect and flaunted them; then huge (when pregnant); then REALLY HUGE, hard and streaming milk (while nursing twins); then shrunk down to almost nothing (post breastfeeding - yay); then back, but reasonably-sized; then menopausal and suddenly big again (for what possible reason I never could determine). Now, we're back to a happy medium and have arrived at a tentative détente, for the moment at least.
Why, I always wondered, could they not just pick a size and run with it? My weight never varied significantly during these phases --'cept for the twin part -- but somehow my breasts were annoyingly dynamic, to the point of seeming neurotically undecided. I know this is kind of a breast thing, but it seemed that as soon as I got used to one incarnation, they changed on me. A good life metaphor, I guess.
Having, like you, experienced a range of sizes, I'm all for the beauty and comfort of small breasts. and I LOVE how most young women today are going with a natural, non-augmented look.
You told the writer that it wasn’t necessary for her to do her job the way she did it for years, which is a weird and unhelpful comment. You told her not to tell an essential part of her story. I don’t care if you adore everything in this newsletter, but that’s bizarre.
I used to be a bra fitter at a bra boutique and the number of women who cried when we got a bra that fit properly and was comfortable and made them feel like they liked their body! Huge boobs to tiny boobs to post-baby boobs, it seemed to be a universal feeling.
Getting a proper bra fitting was seriously one of the best things I've EVER done for my body, and I'm always telling my friends. What a cool job you had!
This is perfect. Written with great wit and honesty. I remember longing for the boob fairy. I remember an early boyfriend telling me ‘more than a handful is wasted’ when I barely had a handful. The boob fairy came for me permanently eventually (too much, tbh) but I still relate, from my earlier self. As for a male pen name giving confidence; yes indeed. I considered for a long time doing the same. But isn’t it annoying? I dream of a day when this very idea would be ridiculous.
Me too :)
I had a small-breasted friend in high school with a variation on that quote. Her BF told her "more than a mouthful is just a waste" :)
lol I have also heard this *exact* version :)
hahaha what?!
Love this article! I could write a treatise on my lifelong attempt to adjust to the size of my breasts:
they were practically nonexistent until I was 17; then larger than I liked until about 23 when I decided they were perfect and flaunted them; then huge (when pregnant); then REALLY HUGE, hard and streaming milk (while nursing twins); then shrunk down to almost nothing (post breastfeeding - yay); then back, but reasonably-sized; then menopausal and suddenly big again (for what possible reason I never could determine). Now, we're back to a happy medium and have arrived at a tentative détente, for the moment at least.
Why, I always wondered, could they not just pick a size and run with it? My weight never varied significantly during these phases --'cept for the twin part -- but somehow my breasts were annoyingly dynamic, to the point of seeming neurotically undecided. I know this is kind of a breast thing, but it seemed that as soon as I got used to one incarnation, they changed on me. A good life metaphor, I guess.
Having, like you, experienced a range of sizes, I'm all for the beauty and comfort of small breasts. and I LOVE how most young women today are going with a natural, non-augmented look.
some vava, 86 the voom.
😂
Thank you so much for sharing Mikala! Honored to be part of the Body Type family :)
This isn't a very kind comment, and I'm sorry that you missed the point of the essay.
You told the writer that it wasn’t necessary for her to do her job the way she did it for years, which is a weird and unhelpful comment. You told her not to tell an essential part of her story. I don’t care if you adore everything in this newsletter, but that’s bizarre.
OK, bye bye!