After the summer of 2014, twenty-three-year-old me watched my C cup breasts disappear into barely A’s. I had failed my then dreams and was punishing my first world problem with a first world solution: guilt, specifically guilting myself into not eating. I didn’t think I deserved to eat because I had failed at a nightmare…
As an awkward and prepubescent 12-year-old, I dreaded recess. It was the time when all the girls would pile into the bathroom to apply their glossy lip smacker and broadcast their beautifully bowed bras. Me, I had one of those handsome Fruit of The Loom tanks. UGH!!!! My mom and I had to talk! It…
My junior year of high school, a popular boy drove me home in his old VW Bug convertible. He took off his shirt as I got in the passenger seat, announcing that his car was topless and all riders must also be topless. I giggled nervously and rolled my eyes. As we sped down 7th…
It was winter break of my freshmen year of high school when my dad decided to reroute our annual Disney World trip. I think he felt he had sat in enough teacups and was ready for something different. After all, he had two kids in high school and thought it was time to try somewhere…
Once upon a time, naked photos could end careers. “Compromising positions” were the stuff of blackmail. Up and coming performers knew better than to risk their integrity by allowing less-than-wholesome images of themselves to surface in public. So as a young, hopeful comedian in the 1980s, I believed my future would be over if anyone…
When I was a child, I put a curse on my boobs. I was obsessed with breasts. I always wanted boobs. At the age of three, I would draw flat, one-dimensional, naked bodies of women and their boobies. You’d think I was trying to be Picasso or something though. For a girl obsessed with uniformity…
I’ve been trying to figure out how to wed my stand-up comedy and storytelling with the mission of The Breast Life. Why should these two passions stay separate? But talking about boobs and bras on stage—although it does have its humorous side–doesn’t do it for me. But then I remembered my original inspiration for writing…
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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