Boisterous bosoms

Again, let me emphasize my uncomfortable feeling of being a girl.  Don’t get me wrong, I now take great pride in my femininity and my role in motherhood, but as a young adolescent I hated that I was discriminated against when picked for sports because I was a girl, as if the word itself was derogatory.  However, I never let my gender restrict my goals or ambitions and if I wanted to be the best on the soccer field, etc, then gosh darn it that’s what I was going to do.

Then at the age of twelve I started my monthly “gift” and sports all the sudden were more difficult as I had to run through cramps and wear the horrible enforced contraption of bras and sports bras, yet still feeling the painful pull of each bounce as I ran.  I was what you would call an early bloomer and quite endowed compared to others my age.  My sister was envious, but I was furious.  For me it was just one more thing to set me apart as a girl. 

As you can see, my resentment for my large bosoms started off at an early age.  As a freshman in high school I was a C cup, as a senior I was already a D/DD.  However, the real hate for them developed after my car accident.  For those of you not aware, I broke my back and I now have four pounds of titanium in my spine.  It has been eight years since the accident, but back pain is something I will have to live with for the rest of my life and as you can imagine two watermelons hanging off the front of me isn’t exactly back friendly.

After marriage I began to gain weight, and guess what, I gain weight first in my chest and it’s the last place I lose weight so my DD turned into a DDD (F) and then there is pregnancy.  All women are different.  Some never change cup size during pregnancy/nursing; some lose or gain cup sizes permanently after breastfeeding.  I gain size during breastfeeding and it takes a long time to lose the extra suppleness even after I wean.  I feel like that instead of being pregnant with one child I am having triplets with the three very large spheres hanging from my body!  When I nurse I have to buy my bras super expensive because I honestly reach a size I (I not L).  I hate these udders!  I feel it a blessing to breastfeed my children, don’t get me wrong, but I wish I had the average C cup!  I have talked this problem over and over with my husband and he has learned to see how much weight a size I breast filled with milk can be.  I swear I could cudgel someone to death with these swinging clubs!  I am too afraid to possibly damage something while I have children and I want the opportunity to breastfeed, but I have decided that as soon as I am done having children I am cutting these suckers off!  Not that we will be able to afford it…ha ha maybe I can do some sort of fundraiser.  Too bad it’s not like hair you can donate to cancer patients; otherwise some woman who had to lose her beloved womanhood would be well endowed with what I would be willing to offer.