I was 11 when mine appeared from nowhere and at that time there were only three of us in the entire junior school, excluding the teachers, that had them. I went through puberty early - go me! Really not as exciting as I thought when I came to realise that only meant I would have to endure the pain in the arse that is periods for a long time too. I would walk around with my shoulders hunched so as not to draw attention to myself. There is nothing quite as intimidating and frightening as having some old* man give you that leering look when you have a chest at that age. I hated them until all the girls started getting theirs. *old - at that moment probably referred to anyone over the age of 16!
Once the boobage had done their developing it wasn't bad at all. They were where they should be, pointing in the right direction and due to their projection made the rest of my body seem slim in comparison. I mean who in their right mind would complain about something that made their waist look smaller? Not me I tell you. I was finally comfortable with them around 16.
They came into their own when I attended university; I happened to be in a group of girls where the rest were small in comparison. But really, it's not a confidence booster when someone is too busy sneaking a peek down your cleavage and talking to your chest rather than to you. Given that I am also vertically challenged, it stands to reason why all my tops would carefully hide my assets as I didn't want everyone copping a look for free - only the special chosen people got that privilege.
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| Of course this isn't me! No freebies remember ; ) |
Said boobage got bigger with pregnancy. On the first day of Munch's life I had to get my sister to do an emergency bra shop as they'd already changed from the previous day. Throw in the breastfreeding and I'd gone up quite a few cup sizes in a very short space of time. At their peak, it was as though I'd had breast implants put in. Sprout thought it was all his Christmases come true but alas they were a no go as they were on loan to Munch for the forseeable future. How cruel that must be - all looking but no touching! Even I was impressed with these super boobs that now adorned my chest and they cost me not a penny - my body just created them for me. Well, not really for me but you get my meaning.
Breastfeeding came with its problem; I developed blisters on one side that made me wince when Munch fed so I stopped feeding on that side to allow it time to heel. What a mistake that was and it wasn't even for a week. Feeding on one side meant that side got bigger whereas the other reduced in size; the body is clever at adjusting supply to demand isn't it? I ended up with lop sided boobs - yes, you can laugh I'll allow it this once. Afterwards it didn't matter how much I tried but they never evened themselves out. I went from having this fab pornstar-esque chest to looking mighty strange - even more keeping them hidden as they were so uneven.
Munch then started solids. He is now on three meals a day and has started weaning himself off breastmilk. The only definite times he has breastmilk is first and last thing. In this past week he has dropped all his night feeds completely. This has meant that the smaller is back to its pre-pregnancy size and the other is going the same way. I feel .... deflated. I had grown to love my new size and carried them proudly, the shrunken version don't have the same wow factor anymore. In truth, they seem paltry in comparison. My bosom buddies have stayed long enough and are now retiring until their next visit. Farewell my friends for I shall miss you!
