I don’t know about you, but I’ve got some big ta-ta’s, and frankly, they can get annoying. Don’t get me wrong, I love having a nice set of breasts, but as the saying goes—the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.

Would I trade them for a different pair? Maybe, but not necessarily due to their size. I’ve fluctuated in weight quite a bit since entering college – the freshman +15, the work – your -ass – off – to – lose – it – 20, the I – look – good – again – so – I – can – be – lazy +10, and finally the what – the – hell – was – I – thinking -10; putting me at a comfortable and satisfying weight. (Although I’m sure I could use to lose another 5—how typical and hypocritical of me.)

My point is that with all this weight loss and gain my breasts have taken a beating, and neither I nor “the girls” are happy about it.

For being as large as they are (34D—nothing too crazy, but definitely not small) they’ve always been, shall I say perky? My girlfriends were somewhat amazed, especially since in high school I was always that girl who never wore a bra if there wasn’t a dire need for one. (Oh my goodness, what a hooch! Whatever.) It was great, it was liberating, and I always prided myself on my big, perky boobs. Read More »