Oh, my relationship with my chest is so complicated... I developed young and received way too much attention, so I hated them. This was compounded by the fact that my mother refused to buy me a training bra, or any real bras when I had grown big enough. (WTF?) It was so humiliating... I had to rely on hand-me-downs from an older girl at my church, which were grody and stretched out, because she got them as hand-me-downs from older siblings, and they never fit properly, because they were too worn out or they were the wrong size. I baggy, shapeless clothing to draw attention away from my chest. Finally, when I got my driver's license just before my 17th birthday, I went to a lingerie outlet store (when outlets were actually seconds, etc) and bought myself a few pretty bras that actually fit me, with money I had saved from my part-time job... when I got home, my mother berated me for wasting money on "crappy bras" that "offer no support." I, of course, grew out of those bras much too quickly.
They're pretty big, but one is pert... the other one is saggy and the nipple points downward because I have mild scoliosis, so everything on the right-side of my body is slightly scrunched up and turned inward. I've always been self-conscious of that one and how it looks. But my current partner, he loves boobs and always wants to play with them. A night isn't complete if he hasn't grabbed my chest at least 3 times. Early on in our relationship, he said, "I can tell you don't like this [saggy] one as much as that [pert] one, and so I think this [saggy] one needs more care and attention." So he plays with the saggy one more than the pert one, like 75% of the time. I love it, it's hilarious. I have a much better relationship with and love my body much more now than I used to, and he's a big reason why.
~Happily un-married since December 9, 2013~
Last edited by FeministInPink; 01-11-2017 at 04:01 PM.
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