Letters to the Editor
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Getting fashion to fit
Now, there is a time when my intention to please a man would have bothered me ... and maybe I've gone to the dark side. But all I can say is that this does make my boyfriend happy, and that does make me happy, and I don't think that's bad.
And why would it be bad? Imagine a boyfriend or husband who declared that he rejected the idea of doing things to please his partner as oppressive, false consciousness, or what have you. It would sound kind of lame.
Anyway, all praise to an article about finding ways to get fashion to fit one's self, rather than altering one's self to fit fashion. (I confess I was worried that the last part of the byline was going to turn out to be "... and get a decent boob job.")
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What size are these?????
What a creep!
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Offputting
I have not read the article yet and I don't even want to read it. The headline alone gave me that deja-vu, hasn't-Salon-covered-this-already? feeling. The reality is that women of ALL sizes have a hard time finding perfect fits, not just women who are larger-than-average. Argh! No woman will ever have a "perfect" body and we ALL face catcalls and criticism, whether we are "flat" or "full." Enough, er, navel-gazing.
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Affirmative action
"It is," I say. "But it's as if, after that, the doctor told you your penis size, and each time you came into a store, you had to announce it."
Men who are "double d" (so to speak) darn nearly do that everytime they walk into a singles bar. So the question is, why are they comfortable bragging about their physical, erh, shall we say "prowess", while our Sarah here is embarrased by them? could it be that she has internalized misogynistic comments from society so much that she's now embarrased of her femaleness, just as blacks were made to be ashamed of their curly hair during the first half of the XX century?
I'd say, flaunt'em girlfriend, and when the creep asks you what size are they, answer "you'll never know".
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I hope your next date ignores your body
That way you'll have something new to complain about.See the thing is, when men all become women, you'll be happy to be sad about that too. Kiss noise and thanks for nothing, honey.
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As another naturally large breasted woman--
I so totally understand. I used to be a 38H. Sounds like a woman from a porno magazine, doesn't it. I lost weight and actually deflated considerably and now I'm a 34G.
My experiences have included 45 years of men talking to my chest, women making comments, and an inability to buy suits because the jackets won't fit. Yes, I know everyone's life is hard, but I don't stare at other peoples' "problem areas" or joke about their skin conditions or big feet.
My suggestion to any other large breasted women--go to Nordstroms, get fitted by the best fitters, and then buy a couple of obscenely priced bras. They have bras that are both comfortable and sexy. Of course, you may have to get a second mortgage to pay for them. You still have the big boobs, but they are now at the right level and properly restrained. You still get the stares and comments, but you look good.
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No pics?
How disappointing. I read through the whole damn article. Nothing. Not even a shot of the author getting felt up by the sales lady.
Guess it's time to google "Big Boobs" and see what pops up.
Heh.
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Time Warp
Are we back in the 60's or 70's? Sigh.
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What woman doesn't know what kind of underwear and bra she wears?
Do you live in a teepee with goats? What on God's Grey Tofu encrusted macrobiotic razor free earth is wrong with you? If you need custom bras go get them.
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Ouch
I'll have to go Sarah one better - while lying on the bed in the emergency room after a carbon monoxide poisoning, the male nurse had the gall to ask me what bra size I wore. Unfortunately, I did not have the foresight at that time to take that issue thru the complaint process that I should have.
While I do understand that 'fitting' is an issue for women of all sizes, I have to say that having been overly compensated in the chest department myself from a young age that this is a far more challenging state than being of 'normal' size. The preconceptions regarding my moral or mental or sexual being, the bald attention and inability to remain tactful that this draws from (mostly) male persons is a very disturbing phenomenon.
Why this 'overly abundant' state is so highly desired by many women who are not naturally so saddens me, although I can understand the internal pressure generated by the constant bombardment of depictions of such in commercial enterprise - and the men who have bought into it.
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huh?
I'm afraid that the whole time I was reading the article, I couldn't help thinking, "Wow, you're fucked up."
I can't buy bras without going to the boutiques either. It's annoying and stupid. I got my period when I was in the fourth grade. And I really, really, don't understand what this woman's deal is.
Passing strangers are more likely to ask about my eyes (Oh my gosh, are you wearing colored contacts? Those are your real eyes?) than my boobs. In fact, thinking it over, I've NEVER been asked my bra size by anyone other than a fitter.
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You Didn't Mention the Clothes!
I'm a 34DD, size 6-8 by current sizing. 5'5", Hourglass and extremely short torso.
You didn't mention that feeling you get when you try on blouses. If they fit over your boobs, they're voluminous at your waist. If the shirt fits at your waist, the button and the button hole aren't even within waving distance of one another.
Then there's the salesgirls, who are all of 19 or 20, who ask "Why are YOU buying a minimizer?"
I'm trying to lose 10lbs, (It's a health thing. The skinnier I get, the lower my diabetes risk is.) and I dread going back to my college weight - the weight at which any dress had to be either altered for my or custom made for me if it had any chance of fitting. I have friends with similar body frames, and they're resigned to living their lives with the name of a good alterations person on speed dial.
We love to sit together and complain about the way they sag a little here and there, how hard it is to find clothes, how unsexy most of our bras are, and what great pains it is trying to get guys to look us in the eyes instead of in the tits.
That said, privately, I love my girls. They are a part of me, they are worshipped by my husband, and they are a gift from my ancestors. I may wear minimizers, I may complain, I may hiss at my clothes, but I do love them. I even love the way they feel when I exercise, all smushed up against me in a sports bra that could double as a baby sling.
(Which is not to say I don't sometimes look enviously at smaller breasted women, wrinkle my nose, and think truly catty thoughts in jealousy.)