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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