Ok so the first of TWO ten year reunions (went to two high schools, the first one for three years but I graduated from the other) about a week ago. Before hand mom and I went dress shopping. Now I hate clothes shopping to begin with but dress shopping even more so. Then on top of that I was looking for a dress to wear in front of people I hadn't seen in almost 11 years. (This one was the school I went to for the first three years). And then to make matters all the more "fun" my mother doesn't understand that I know if something will fit or not just by looking at it. And I AM BUSTY STRAPLESS DOES NOT WORK!!!!!! One would think that being even bustier than I am she would understand this. I am not trying on something I know will not work. It just makes me even more depressed. So mom ended up extremely pissed off at me because I was being "picky". Picky is refusing something because you don't like it. Not refusing because it won't fit. Or was made for someone twice my age. Sorry it's a reunion seeing people I haven't seen in years and knowing half of them are less than half my size. Exspecially when the last time all these people saw me I was only about 130lbs and a DD. Now I am way heavier and way bustier. Eventually found a dress that would work, not a great dress but one that didn't make me look 500lbs or like a multi breasted alien, or that wouldn't get me arrested for indecent exposure. Plain simple black dress. And now I get to do it all over again for the next reunion. It isn't as formal as the first and we will be outdoors instead of in a hotel, but will be bar hoping after so I want to look good. It's also a small town (33 students in the graduating class) So I can't do anything too daring even if I did win most outrageously dressed in the senior class.......
God I miss those fake snake skin pants.....bright green and gave me a rocken ass....but that was ten years and five pant sizes ago.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Summer Is Comming and Summer Dresses...Yeah Right
I really dislike Summer for a number of reasons. I don't like the heat. Lets face it I am from Washington state and normally summer weather peaks in the 80's. I live in California and the last couple of summers it has gotten 110+. Screw that. Being busty and overheating sucks in mulitple ways. There is the whole sweat issue...ewwww but must be mentioned. And have you seen the styles for summer clothes? Empire waists as far as the eye can see......
UM hell no! Empire waists make a busty girl look like an alien with two sets of boobs. The waist line hits right midbreast on me. That is putting a seem right across my nipples and having the rest poof out under it. ICKY! But for some reason plus sizes clothing is made under the usumption that if you are a plus sized girl it is only in the waist area and that you will be normal in the bustline. Or flat even. Again hell no. I am FULL FIGURED. Meaning busty and plus sized. So what do they do, they make tunic style dresses. Obviously not made by a full figured person or they would understand that dresses like that look like MUMU's on girls my size. Especially on busty girls my size. And I can never find a skirt and top set I like that screams summer. So unless I make my own clothes (I am a single working mom who is aslo going back to school so hello...No Time) I end up wearing jeans and shirts all summer long. :-(
UM hell no! Empire waists make a busty girl look like an alien with two sets of boobs. The waist line hits right midbreast on me. That is putting a seem right across my nipples and having the rest poof out under it. ICKY! But for some reason plus sizes clothing is made under the usumption that if you are a plus sized girl it is only in the waist area and that you will be normal in the bustline. Or flat even. Again hell no. I am FULL FIGURED. Meaning busty and plus sized. So what do they do, they make tunic style dresses. Obviously not made by a full figured person or they would understand that dresses like that look like MUMU's on girls my size. Especially on busty girls my size. And I can never find a skirt and top set I like that screams summer. So unless I make my own clothes (I am a single working mom who is aslo going back to school so hello...No Time) I end up wearing jeans and shirts all summer long. :-(
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Pain in the Neck
So I went grocery shopping today. Simple enough right? I wish, I am now all but curled up in a ball in pain. My neck is killing me, my back feels like I was hit with a two by four. Advil you are my best friend these days. I think it is a very dependant relationship though. I have also decided I am sit of the word "Ergonomic" I have three ergonomic pillows that are supposed to help me with back pain. One ergonomic leg pillow to keep my spine aligned while I sleep. And ergonomic bed which is supposed to miraculously cure back pain (at least that is what the commercial made it out to be), yeah right. I wake up with the ergonomic pillow folded in half, the leg pillow on the floor, because I am tossing and turning on the stupid bed. Fortunately at the moment I am the only one in my bed so it's only my sleep that is messed up. Ergonomic anything should come with a warning label. "Everything we say is bulls**t." I always did belive in honesty.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
My Life So Far
To start things off I am 28 years old. And I am a DOUBLE H bra size. I haven't been a DD since freshman year in high school. I was a D cup part way through middle school. Let me remind you most freshman in high school are between 13 and 14 years old. Now think about that....a 13 year old girl with a NATURAL DD cup size. When I graduated from the fifth grade (mind you I was like 10 or 11) people already thought I was graduating from high school. And it wasn't the way I dressed. Back then it was tshirts and jeans. It was solely based on how busty I was. I didn't know what to do.
Now, by the time I graduated from the fifth grade I was already starting to be hit on by men in their 20's and 30's. I was only 10 or 11 years old. By the time I was in high school I already was extremely uncomfortable about my figure. I was built like a cross between Marilyn Monroe and Pamala Andersen and at 13 I could have given them both a run for their money. Not that I wanted to. I can still remember being stalked almost all the way home on the bus by a man in his 70's who told me I reminded him of his dead wife. Can we say it gave me a complex? I can also remember getting home from bra shopping one day very upset and my boyfriend at the time trying to cheer me up. "It's not like your a DD cup or anything really big hun..." that of course was the day I came home with my first DD bra. Lets just say that my boyfriend felt like an idiot and I felt like a freak.
By the time I graduated from high school I was already starting to have back problems. Also any time my mother wanted to take me clothes shopping I would almost break down in tears. Nothing fit. It was all made for girls and women with average sized bustlines. Mind you average sized cup size for women in America is a B cup. (I haven't been a B cup since probally the third grade). Now, some clothes were made for so called "Busty" women, which after trying on and them still being to small in the bust line, I figured out "busty" is a woman between a C and D cup. (let me remind you I was a D cup in middle school) To this day I cringe everytime I shop for clothes. On a side note here let me ask one simple question.....Why is it just because I am busty I can't by a $20 bra? A bra that fits me is normally around $100 dollars. When was the last time you spent $100 on underwear that wasn't for your wedding night?
So now we have talked about unwanted attention from way older men, unfair clothes sizes, what else is there to get this blog started? Oh yes, being a busty woman when the women around you aren't. Other women have asked me the day we meet if I am a stripper, a prostitute, why I would get a breast enlargement, among other questions that basicly were of the lines that they thought I was a "loose" woman. Mind you the most provocaitive thing I normally wear is a fitted tshirt. Now by fitted I mean a shirt that you can actually see my waist in that doesn't hang straight down from my bustline. They are not low cut and they are almost always in plain colors. The only thing these women go by are the size of my breasts. Just because I am busty does not mean I am a slut. Hell even if I had bought my breasts it still doesn't mean I am a slut. But ladies mine are natural. Nothing I can do about them. I have been called names like "Tits McGee" and "Boobs" all my life. And those are the ones my friends have come up with.
And so far we haven't even gotten into the medical aspect of my problems being a Busty Woman. I started having back problems before I was in high school. Doctor's told me the pain was just "growning pains" after that they would make up excuse after excuse until finally about a year ago a doctor finally asked me why I hadn't gotten a reduction yet. Why he asked me? I was diagnosed with degenerative disc disese, arthritis in my spine, indentations on my sholders from the weight of my bustline (at a double h they can weigh 8bs each which is an extra 16lbs to carry on your sholders and neck everyday) He wanted me to get a reduction. My insurance said NO. It was still considered cosmetic for me and not medical. Ok my back is so bad that I can no longer work retail. Can not stand for more than a half an hour without being in severe pain. Sitting is about an hour. But it's all cosmetic apparently.
So that is the short and sweet of my life up till now. I will continue to let you know how the life of a busty woman goes. Hopefully you will all be a little more considerate to the busty women you know if you are not one yourself. And if you are maybe knowing that you are not alone may help. Ah well, I guess for us we still can enjoy shoe shopping. Lets just say I am addicted to shoes lol.
Now, by the time I graduated from the fifth grade I was already starting to be hit on by men in their 20's and 30's. I was only 10 or 11 years old. By the time I was in high school I already was extremely uncomfortable about my figure. I was built like a cross between Marilyn Monroe and Pamala Andersen and at 13 I could have given them both a run for their money. Not that I wanted to. I can still remember being stalked almost all the way home on the bus by a man in his 70's who told me I reminded him of his dead wife. Can we say it gave me a complex? I can also remember getting home from bra shopping one day very upset and my boyfriend at the time trying to cheer me up. "It's not like your a DD cup or anything really big hun..." that of course was the day I came home with my first DD bra. Lets just say that my boyfriend felt like an idiot and I felt like a freak.
By the time I graduated from high school I was already starting to have back problems. Also any time my mother wanted to take me clothes shopping I would almost break down in tears. Nothing fit. It was all made for girls and women with average sized bustlines. Mind you average sized cup size for women in America is a B cup. (I haven't been a B cup since probally the third grade). Now, some clothes were made for so called "Busty" women, which after trying on and them still being to small in the bust line, I figured out "busty" is a woman between a C and D cup. (let me remind you I was a D cup in middle school) To this day I cringe everytime I shop for clothes. On a side note here let me ask one simple question.....Why is it just because I am busty I can't by a $20 bra? A bra that fits me is normally around $100 dollars. When was the last time you spent $100 on underwear that wasn't for your wedding night?
So now we have talked about unwanted attention from way older men, unfair clothes sizes, what else is there to get this blog started? Oh yes, being a busty woman when the women around you aren't. Other women have asked me the day we meet if I am a stripper, a prostitute, why I would get a breast enlargement, among other questions that basicly were of the lines that they thought I was a "loose" woman. Mind you the most provocaitive thing I normally wear is a fitted tshirt. Now by fitted I mean a shirt that you can actually see my waist in that doesn't hang straight down from my bustline. They are not low cut and they are almost always in plain colors. The only thing these women go by are the size of my breasts. Just because I am busty does not mean I am a slut. Hell even if I had bought my breasts it still doesn't mean I am a slut. But ladies mine are natural. Nothing I can do about them. I have been called names like "Tits McGee" and "Boobs" all my life. And those are the ones my friends have come up with.
And so far we haven't even gotten into the medical aspect of my problems being a Busty Woman. I started having back problems before I was in high school. Doctor's told me the pain was just "growning pains" after that they would make up excuse after excuse until finally about a year ago a doctor finally asked me why I hadn't gotten a reduction yet. Why he asked me? I was diagnosed with degenerative disc disese, arthritis in my spine, indentations on my sholders from the weight of my bustline (at a double h they can weigh 8bs each which is an extra 16lbs to carry on your sholders and neck everyday) He wanted me to get a reduction. My insurance said NO. It was still considered cosmetic for me and not medical. Ok my back is so bad that I can no longer work retail. Can not stand for more than a half an hour without being in severe pain. Sitting is about an hour. But it's all cosmetic apparently.
So that is the short and sweet of my life up till now. I will continue to let you know how the life of a busty woman goes. Hopefully you will all be a little more considerate to the busty women you know if you are not one yourself. And if you are maybe knowing that you are not alone may help. Ah well, I guess for us we still can enjoy shoe shopping. Lets just say I am addicted to shoes lol.
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