When I was 13, I started my
period. According to the
health education classes we were forced to attend in
junior high, this was a sure sign that I had
hit puberty. Knowing this, I relished the
sure fact that breasts would come along
soon! Yippee! My
mother bought me a
training bra from
JC Penney, just one, and I wore it
every day. I had that training bra until I was
18. At
16, I asked my mom, "Hey, shouldn't I be
growing soon? Is there something wrong with me?" The response was, "
You're built like me. Wait a couple of
years."
17 and 18 came and went, I
moved out, I finally threw away the training bra. I had
tiny little boobs. The three bras I owned were "
lightly padded" 34 A sized demi bras made by Maidenform. I wore them with
three cotton balls in each cup to fill up the empty space, thinking this would make just the
slightest difference... all it did was make my
nipples woolly, and make me worry needlessly about explaining to a guy what those were there for... if they were ever found. They weren't. I am now 25 years old, and
my mother still tells me that my breasts will fill out in a couple of years.
It's quite ridiculous. Throughout all of this ordeal, my
breasts have been apathetic. They don't care that I can't wear any dresses that aren't
empire waisted because I have an otherwise hourglass figure.
They sit happily under my t-shirts and look forward to
kisses and good scratches when they have an itch. My youngest
sister also has
apathetic breasts, but I get the feeling she is making them
angry. She owns several of the
wonderbras and their respective knockoffs, as well as a couple of those creepy
water bras. For those unfamiliar with the
water bra, it is the same basic idea as the padded bra... but the
cups are filled with water and oil... so that it feels like an extension of your
natural self, and of course adds a cup size or two. She puts on her
bra, then grabs her little boob and
mashes it up to the top of the bra, and inserts an extra little
elliptical pad from the bottom of the bra, creating more uplift for her "
cleavage." This results in globular mounds pushing up at the
neckline of her shirt. If it is low-cut, you
can see the skin wrinkled up between her boobs due to the stretching and posturing.
My boobs would never go for this treatment. I've tried it a couple times, and they
pout and retreat back to their normal position. I get the feeling that if I ever got an
icky boob job, my breasts would spit the implants right back out, and go back to their regular
position, waiting for some nice
scented lotion or some other favorable attention.
I've grown
very comfortable with my breasts, after 12 years of fighting with them. We still have
our arguments - why should I have to wear a bra, I ask them, when I am so blessed with breasts which need no support? They answer - because we are your happy little breasts, who are apathetic to what you want, and whenever you
wear any shirt without a bra, we enjoy reacting with obvious glee to every breeze and every good looking male or female within a 5 mile radius.
Good little boobs.