Breasts, Boobs and Tatas
I think I can attest that I am particularly knowledgeable about boobs since I’ve had a size from a training bra to nearly an E. I had to go through surgery to minimize them because of all the pain (emotional and physical) they brought to my life. So as you can see, I probably know more about hooters than Hugh Heffner.I got my first training bra in 4th grade and because of what I assume was jealousy I was harassed by the girls so much I stopped wearing it. Looking back it’s a little embarrassing thinking I probably really needed it :blush:
Then we go to middle school where I started getting teased by the boys all the time and I couldn’t dress like all the other girls. I dressed baggy and basically did everything I could to cover them up. Stupid jerk boys :pissed:
After my surgery (and losing a lot of weight) I went a little nuts getting to wear the bras and the clothes I’d always wanted to wear. I didn’t have to wear granny bras anymore and could :what: walk around without a bra on. At that point I had a size B and I just loved them! I finally wanted to show them off!
In college I gained some weight back and the boobs went up to a full C and since I’d already gotten to love my breasts I still wore the occasional tank tops to show them off. I remember walking out of a bar once and a guy yelled “Hey! Nice tits!!” and I :blush: and went out the door.
Now I’m back to the DD’s that tortured me in my past but I’ve grown to appreciate them at any size. While I can’t wear tiny tanks anymore I’ve found these really make a nice low cut black dress. A man will never really understand the enormity of these glands in our lives.
It’s insane how the sight of cleavage will cause guys to go into a daze while a fitted shirt will piss a group of girls off. The hint of cleavage in an otherwise modest outfit could get you in trouble at work but wear a turtleneck and you are a prude. Tits, you can’t live with them and you can’t wear a proper evening gown without them 😉