When I was in college, my BFF and I would use that term to refer to how lucky we were to be well endowed. Not only were we the president's of the B&N (big and natural) club, we were members! The jokes went on and on. I was always proud of my chest, because for my size (5'1) and weight at the time (100 pounds)my breast were a part of my body that was at times unbelievable! I remember when a roommate's friend came to visit and asked me if she could touch my boobs, because she didn't believe they were real. I let her feel away, I had no shame. They were big, beautiful and au natural, they got attention and while all was not always good attention, I managed.
Fast forward 5 years and suddenly I'm in best relationship of my life and slowly begin packing on the pounds and lo and behold, these bad boys that bought me much attention now grew BIGGER. Suddenly what were cute, big and perky...they became just big and in the way! And that asymmetry I hid very well suddenly became very pronounced, even if only to me. All of a sudden it wasn't so cute to wear a tight top when if you looked hard enough you could tell righty is bigger than lefty. I began to wonder about women that believe bigger had to be better...surely I was missing something! I couldn't wear cute little strappy tops, string bikini tops or anything without a bra! Then I realized my problem was lack of structure, all structure I had as a full C was gone when I became a full D. The last 7 years I could only complain about the boobs, wondering what would happen when I finally became pregnant. The last time I was fitted at a hoity toity lingerie shop, I walked out with bras in a size I never knew existed! 34F..is that a size or an apartment number?
Well here I am pregnant...and guess what? My breast are out of control! They can only be described as mammoth. Perky? I can kiss that good bye for good. I can kiss anything with thin straps goodbye and getting fitted for a bikini is like a nightmare! But the very best part? When I complained to the midwife? She just laughed and said "They're going to get bigger." Good grief, are you kidding me? Between them and my belly you won't be able to see me!
And I won't even mention what I've read about breastfeeding and how that impacts the boobage, just know I am afraid, very afraid!
“A babe at the breast is as much pleasure as the bearing is pain”
Marion Zimmer Bradley