I have big boobs. I have big boobs, and I am 4’10. The growth of my big boobs was steady as a pre-teen. And then when high school hit they grew at a fast and furious pace, leaving me in that weird stage of, “Wait, what are these for?” or “Oh, this is definitely going…
Every January, for the past several, I’ve gotten together with friends to create a yearly vision board. I’ve never been big on resolutions, but a visual reminder of my personal goals works for me. I can post it on the fridge or keep it at my writing desk, or focus on it during meditation. One of…
When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to have boobs. In third grade, I stuffed my shirt with plastic eggs that came out of those crazy chicken toy vending machines. It didn’t matter to me that the top of the egg was a different size than the bottom of the egg. I wanted boobs,…
Let me begin this by saying that I don’t like the idea of radiating my breasts to find cancer; seems more like a way for cancer to find me. But I was talked into it by my male doctor who would likely never know the joy of having his breasts smashed on a cold metal…
It was a powder blue strapless crepe bridesmaid dress that was the final straw. When my sister-in-law emailed me a link to the dress I was to wear to my brother’s wedding, I sat in front of my computer and wept for roughly twenty minutes. I called my mom crying, and she said I was…
“No,” she said. “No?” I asked looking down at my daughter as she gently pushed away from me. Dammit! I knew the day was coming, but I didn’t realize how painful the actuality of it would be on both my psyche and my body. And there it was, with that simple word and a gentle…
When you’re motherless before your ovaries find their on-switch, and your boobs blow up like two mismatched balloons, you give yourself the sex talk. Along with the assistance of a puberty book you checked out from the school library. The American Girl, “The Care and Keeping of You,” was the most sought-after library book at…
I grew up as an only child, so I spent a lot of time alone, and I really, REALLY wanted more friends. “How do people make friends?” “What sort of things does one need to get ahead in the game?” 11-year-old me wondered. Seeing as how I had no friends yet, and no siblings to…
Running for Congress in the memory of my late friend Jay Houston Marx was supposed to be a snap. I was invited to speak before a community panel whose focus was keeping their city safe and making it even safer. I had lots of ideas to put forth. Views on approaches to transformational justice, creating…
I stand at a podium on a stage in a room decorated with over 600 clowns of all shapes, sizes, colors, and styles about to give a eulogy to two of my best friends. Yes, two. I cannot believe this is happening to my friends of over ten years. Gone. But they were so fun-loving…
Until she wrote a book on the subject, Elisabeth Dale didn’t know much about her breasts. She created this site so that readers can find the best products, clothing and surgical options—anything and everything related to bras, breast health, and well-being.
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