I have been pondering the subject of bosoms a lot recently!
I think it started a few days ago when I passed a very well-dressed businessman on the stairs of the building where I work, who looked as if he should have been the perfect gentlemen. As he went by though, he coughed and I'm certain I heard him say "great breasts" !!! I chose not to react or say anything to him but I did think it was rather cheeky …..and brazen!
I do have rather good boobs!! Good in the sense that they are appreciated by the opposite sex (even my gay friends) and actually by some of my own fair sex who think I “wear them well” !! Considering my age, they are not bad although bigger than I would like which causes me backache at times. In fact, if I’m honest, I think they are freakishly big. As a friend once said, they are “Sunday Sport big”, which is probably fairly accurate.
Why do men like them big? What is it about them? Ewan is still very appreciative of them, even after all these years. They are bigger now than when we first got together probably because I had our second child so soon after the first. I was still breast-feeding when I got pregnant again so they never had a chance to go down. They have got bigger whenever I have put on weight but refused to go down when I’ve gone on a diet. In this last round of Matt-induced weight loss, I only went down half a cup size !
When I was at school, I had nothing. Zilch. Flat as a pancake. In the sixth form I was actually known as “Flatty” which distressed me no end. They finally arrived while I was at university and I think I had the perfect figure then for a while.
When Kyle was about two, I decided I really ought to get properly fitted for a bra and I found out that instead of being a 36C, I was in fact a 34E. E !!! So I bought a few bras and when I got them home, baby Kyle pulled one out of the bag and placed it on his head…and it fitted, like a little lace hat! Each of my boobs were/are the size of a baby’s head! How horrific a thought is that!!
I’m a DD now and although my bosoms look OK in my specially fitted, almost armoured bras, they are not so great hanging loose. As Lynn said in “Desperate Housewives” a few weeks ago, once you’ve had kids, they look more like a couple of balloons that you find behind the sofa a few days after the party!!!
Nevertheless, all I know is that there are very few men who can keep their eyes from straying downwards during a whole conversation - they don’t even seem to know they are doing it! I’m used to it and don’t mind. If I’m honest I’m quite amused, probably even flattered, by it. But what I really don’t like is the physical appreciation.
Let’s face it - no man brushes past a woman with big boobs, by accident !!
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