Corsetry Complaints, Bosomy Burblings & looks in life

[Tabouli]

Tabouli, who found willing support in her sadly stumpy sighs, is finding a distinct paucity of allies in her frustratingly flat-chested flim-flam.  Her eyes sadly slither down her OT digests, as the buxom tally swells larger and larger...

The buxom Starling:
> I cannot find bras.  I am, thanks to the delightful genetic code I got from
my parents (and I'd gladly give this part back)  a DD cup.  I have been told
so many times how "lucky" I am, and how many women spend millions to
artifically achieve what I have naturally.<

(Tabouli mutters darkly to herself and inserts the extra-large inserts into her push-up bra)


The buxom Saitaina:
> Shall we start the "Big Busted Alliance for Decent Unmentionables"?  I myself have given up any hope on wearing anything but white that looks as though it came out of my grandmother's closet, no, wait, my grandmother has BETTER bras then I myself have. <

(Tabouli glances gloomily in the mirror and heads for the bathroom for some tissues and cotton wool)

The buxom Kristin:
> A subject after my own heart. I hate, hate shopping for bras. They do 
not make nice looking bras beyond a C-cup. If you're a D or larger we 
get stuck with the 1950's no style white, beige, black bras, if 
you're lucky. <

(Tabouli suppresses dark memories of sales assistants lamenting that the bra she is failing to fill does not come in a double A cup)

The buxom Catlady:
> With shirts/dresses that I can pull over my head, I just sew the 
button fronts together. When the button front is actually necessary 
for putting the garment on, I use small safety pins (on the inside) 
to hold it shut. I have been advised to sew a zipper into the button 
placket (thus turning it into a zipper front garment with illusion 
buttons), but I am much too lazy to do that.<

(Further dark memories surface, of a buxom tailor's assistant taking three inches out of a set of shoulder-straps and adding two darts to make a dress fit, telling Tabouli condescendingly that she has to take in a lot because dresses are designed for women with... more, you understand, and you do realise it may not fall properly after the alterations, don't you dear?)

The buxom Michelle:
> I, too, suffer from the curse of the large, desirable by all 
heterosexual males, can't find a bra to fit to save my life, chest 
syndrome.<

(A hairy Italian ex looms horribly in Tabouli's mind, declaring with a dismissive sniff that she needs to realise her inadequacy in this department because All Men Prefer Big Breasts, and any man would of course trade in his flat-chested girlfriend for a bustier version.  Sorry, but that's just the way men are, and anyone who says he isn't that way is lying to get you into bed)

The wise and masterly Gulplum:
> *ahem*. No disrespect intended, but...
Not "all", if you please. "Most", definitely, but by no means "all" 
(unless this is another cultural difference between each side of the 
Atlantic?).<

(But wait, cries Tabouli, there is still hope!)

Actually, at risk of being accused of vested interest here, Gulplum has a point.  Being of the A cup persuasion myself, there *are* men who like 'em small hiding out there and forming support groups.  In Asia, where busty women are rarer, I met many who said (quoting their rude remarks with apologies to my busty sisters) that they found the huge breasts (read bigger than a C cup) they'd seen on white women crass and off-putting.  One described them as "bovine".  You mean, white men *like* them like that?  EWW!  They seemed much more interested in a pretty face, 'femininity' and slenderness than breasts.

Even among men raised in a big breast culture I have known have expressed dissent.  My own brother (who would never let sparing my feelings influence his remarks) had a very busty girlfriend once, and said after the initial novelty they didn't do it for him at all; he preferred small, shapely and perky any day, a sentiment echoed by a small but strident minority of men I've known.  A lot of these men seem to be on the slender side themselves, and perhaps prefer their women dainty all over.  Small breasts have their perks (!).

(er, yes, in case you were wondering, I do have a habit of conducting informal surveys on this sort of thing, or sending willing male collaborators out to research their friends' tastes, sinister social scientist that I am...)

Let's call a truce, eh? (says Tabouli, alone facing an army of buxom Goliaths with a stone in her padded bra).  In the leg department, the media is unequivocal.  Long is definitely the go.  In the breast department, however, the ideal, outside men's magazines and porn movies, seems to be slim with a perky C-D or so, and clothing is manufactured accordingly.  Women at *both* ends of the scale suffer for this.

Ah well.  Despite my whinging, I don't really lose sleep over my body these days.  (It's healthy.  It's in good working order).  All the same, I'm always intrigued to hear about how the way people look affects their lives.  All this hogwash about "it's what's inside that counts"... ha, since when.  Maybe "it's what's inside that SHOULD count", but that's a *very* different thing.

What say ye?  How have your looks affected your life (outside the clothing domain)?

Tabouli.


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