Lindy

I’m in the same boat, abaya. I rarely buy dresses. Even with alterations, most just won’t fit. No one designs for those of us that have large boobs and not much of a butt. Especially if we're also short. There just aren't very many of us. Most women tend to have the opposite problem. I go with separates (or a business suit,) so I can buy to accommodate my chest, (size 8-10) and choose smaller (size 4) pants or skirt. I’m sitting here writing this wearing a men's XL Red Sox sweatshirt, (been chilly all day) a 32DD bra, and a pair of BOYS size 14 Levis. It's been years since I bought an actual dress.

How I feel about my breasts has changed over the years. They've always been a big part of my life, (I try, like Dolly Parton, to keep a sense of humor) but now, at age 31, frankly, I’m ambivalent. I tend to vacillate between smugness (like I know what I've got) and a kind of embarrassment at my good fortune, and it kept me from weighing in on this thread earlier. I have exactly what a lot of men want. And I almost think I should apologize for that?? I can stand naked in front of the mirror, and my figure looks --to me-- "unbalanced" because I have large breasts, and everything else is small. Small face, small mouth, narrow shoulders, narrow waist, small butt, small feet! Besides that, I'm short! I’ve been accused of having implants and of being anorexic. Not true! I am lean, not “skinny.” I eat pretty much whatever I want – but most of the time I don’t want much. I just won the genetic lottery, that’s all! What I have (great boobs) I have through absolutely no effort on my part. I'm grateful -- I think. They just sort of . . . appeared. And they still look pretty much like they did when I was seventeen. I certainly would NOT want them to be any bigger.

They’ve always been a magnet for attention, especially when they first “blossomed” when I was about fifteen. Nothing to C-cup in about 3 months, and it didn’t stop there. I have to admit that I just loved the attention! Some of the other girls said I was a slut, and guess what? That just gave me more attention from the boys! I then proceeded to earn the reputation that I had. After a failed marriage and a divorce, I discovered in my mid twenties that I could make a lot of money shaking my titties! I won an “amateur nite” wet tee-shirt contest and by the next night --- I was no longer an amateur! They called me an exotic dancer. A fancy name for stripper. And the money was almost all CASH under the table (or under the G-string.) A girl with my body could always get on the schedule at the busiest times -- best for good tips.

But I didn't like that life. I loved the actual dancing, but the drinking, the drugs, the drama queens, the hanger-on pimps. The being constantly “hit on” that just goes with that territory. The aging girls who said that they would KILL to have my body. I think a couple of them really meant it! Sigh! I hated that. Talk about hostile work environment!
Personality wise, I’m really just basically a nerd. A pragmatic and sometimes opportunistic nerd. An intellectual, introverted INTP nerd with a pornstar’s body. I'm even somewhat religious, though not in any proselytizing kind of way. There must be some kind of injustice here. Maybe I should sue. Just kidding. But I've wondered more than once if this body wasn't wasted on someone with my temperament. I danced for nearly two years, then took the shoeboxes full of cash, and ran. Ran away to graduate school. So, my boobs (and a scholarship) paid for grad school at an expensive university. And that’s OK with me.
Anyway, having large breasts does affect the way I dress and the way I shop for clothes. At work (I manage an investment fund) I dress conservatively, wear little or no makeup, and strive more for elegant than stylish or fashionable. I’m so short (5’ 2”) that broad padded shoulders make me look silly, but a “draping” effect over my breasts doesn’t attract too much attention. Dark jacket. Boatneck tops. Dressy pants. Fairly short skirts. If I can draw eyes to my legs, my breasts will be less noticed. Maybe. But a breast man will take notice no matter what you do. Trust me on this.
Casual dress for me is usually jeans (yes, sometimes I do wear boys size 12 or 14 jeans) or shorts.. With some kind of top. Tee-shirt, Western shirt, sweater, sweatshirt. Not too tight, but I do like the drape on the shelf effect. There’s that word “drape” again. It’s kind of a proud but not flaunting idea. Showing cleavage also helps keep me cooler and more comfortable in hot weather. I'll wear a tank top if I have to be outside and it's really hot. I hardly ever wear a dress except at work or church. Uh-oh. Sorry for going on way too long.
I started this on Saturday, and just couldn't finish. Better get it posted, warts and all. Looks like this thread is already starting to fade. Before I forget, I want to plug a great book.
If anyone is a reader, and interested in this subject, (breasts) I highly recommend Stacked: A 32DDD Reports from the Front by Susan Seligson. From Amazon, and the other usual places.

Thanks, TFP, for being here. I needed to get that off my chest. Groan.

Lindy