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,…
I used to walk to work. It was a lovely way to start the day. My ass and my fit-bit were quite happy with me. The only drawback was on sweltering days—it was well, less than ideal. Especially for my business casual wardrobe: a sensible semi-sheer lavender blouse, tucked into a black pencil skirt with…
“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…
Not to brag, but I have dense fibrous breasts. They have held up over time. However, dense breasts also increase the likelihood of developing cancer. Last year, I found a lump and was ordered to have a mammogram and an ultrasound. It turned out to be a cyst, but they saw other “things” and were like, this is so…
In 2013, on Good Friday, I was diagnosed with Triple Negative Breast Cancer. Presumably so named because you don’t, don’t, don’t want to get it. There is no known cause; there is no known cure. They only told me to get my “affairs in order” like I was in a 1940’s black and white noir…
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…
It’s 3:00 am, and I’m waiting for this guy, Jeff maybe? No, Drew! No, that’s not right, let’s call him Shane, after Shane Chen, the inventor of the hoverboard. We’ll call him Shane because he left me with two cringe-worthy memories, one about my breasts, which is coming up shortly, and this one, which I…
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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