When I was 10, I read an Ann Landers column where she advised that if you could put a pencil under your boob and it would stay there, then you were large enough to need a bra. So I tried it and … yep, it stayed. I used to strap them down with an ace bandage to play basketball. I’m a big gal, and my girls are the biggest part of me. Part of me loves the attention they get (although I learned to not wear slogan t-shirts at a very early age), but part of me hates them; we’re talking real back and shoulder pain here. There’s probably a reduction in my future (I haven’t been able to buy a bra in a store in years), but they’re part of me, and for now I haul them around with pride.