I wrote this entry a few week ago but decided to lock it cause well�.it�s kinda personal and just a lil embarrassing. But I have thought about over the last week and decided to unlock the entry. I figured If I could not share it with a bunch of strangers on D�Land than who the hell could I share it with???? LOL
I remember when I was in the 3rd grade I came home from school one day and my Mom said here I have something for you. She handed me a Kmart bag and I excitedly opened it and pulled out a bra. I just kinda stood there in shock holding the bra up. Most girls are excited the first time they get a bra; I on the other hand hated my new bra. Now some of you may be a lil confused�.what my Mom gave me was not a some cute undershirt, nor was it one of those beginning �training bra�, this was the real damn deal. My first freakin bra! I just kinda looked at it with amazement. There were no cute lil flowers or a cartoon character on it like I had seen in the stores. It was just a plane white bra with a little bow in the middle. My Mom told me to go try it on. Once she saw that it fit she replied �you need to wear this from now on�.
Awwww yes, I was finally a women :) kinda of.
Now the next day I was actually a little excited. I knew that I was the only girl that actually had a bra. So I was surprised when one of my best friends at the time told me that her Mom had went and bought her a bra too. So we did what all little kids do. Went in the girls bathroom, lifted up our shirts and compared bras. Now at first it was just the two of us, doing our bra comparison, but more and more girls started coming in the bathroom cause they all wanted to see our bras. Now even though mine wasn�t the �cute� one with flowers and stuff on it, everybody loved mine. Why??? Cause it was one of those bras that our Mom�s wore it was the �grown up� bra. I was the envy of all the girls in the 3rd grade and even some of the 4th and 5th graders.
But my popularity soon diminished as soon as the boys got wind that I was wearing a bra and that I officially had boobs. I was teased and tormented for the rest of the year. Boys were always snapping my bra strap, and putting their fist inside their shirts to make it look like they had breast too. It was so embarrassing.
Things weren�t so bad in junior high. I started wearing big oversized shirts so that you could not tell that my breasts were so big. Then those damn tight ass body shirts became popular. And of course I had to have one. I can remember the first week of my freshman year in HS I wore a body shirt to school. Now this body shirt was off the shoulder and had a scoop neck. So basically, I had cleavage for days. And boy did I get a lot of attention that day. Boys who had never so much as glanced at me before were racing to try to talk to me. I even had a guy come up to me and ask if he could breast feed!!! (fuckin freak) After that incident my breast went back into hibernation. It was hard to conceal them especially during P.E. When we had to run laps in the gym, my poor breast would bounce all over the place. The boys in my P.E. class started calling me �Boom Boom�. Then those sick freaks would stand off to the side of the gym just to watch me run past them. I was to embarrassed to tell my Mom that I needed a better fitting bra or a sport bra for P.E. so instead I would just run with my hands crossed over my chest and a jacket or a sweatshirt on no matter how hot it was.
It wasn�t until my junior year in high school that I let the twins come back out for a breather. By then I had �grew into� my breasts. So now they were a little more proportioned to my body and didn�t stand out like a sour thumb. Nonetheless they were still BIG (in comparison to my other friends). But the difference was now I enjoyed some of the attention the twins got. Although it was still very embarrassing to walk down the street and have a guy walk past and say �Dayuuuuum, she got some bigguns on her�.
For the longest time I said if I got the opportunity, I would have a breast reduction. But now I�m not so sure. My breasts are defiantly not the most attractive around. There a lil droopy and big, and I have stretch marks on them. It�s hard as hell to find a good fitting bra that doesn�t look like something my grandma would wear. And I have the hardest time finding nice dresses because they fit nice everywhere but will be tight around my breasts.
Over the years, I have really grown to love my breast. I even gave em� a name. Of course I still call them �the twins� but more often I refer to them as my �Chi Chi Mamma�s�. Now, I can�t help but to constantly look at them touch them and of course I like to show them off (when appropriate). Not to mention the pleasure that I receive from the slightest touch of my breast can send my juices flowing. Awww yes�.I LOVE my BREAST. (and the boys do too!)
It�s been a long transition from hating my breast and wishing that I didn�t have them to loving them. Of course I wish that I didn�t have such a hard time finding bras and clothes to compliment them but my Chi Chi Mamma�sare here to stay.
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