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Lately I've realized my medium (my sister said i better change this to "large" to be honest) sized breasts are bouncing too much. The obvious answer is to get a new bra that fits better and provides more control, duh. This just doesn't seem to work. So I just walk around with notebooks in front of my chest trying to avoid the eyes of people staring at my breasts going up and down.
I'm 26 and this is the first time I've ever noticed it. This seems worse than the time my sister told my mother (while we were in line at the public library) that I had to get a bra because my little breasts were moving around too much in my pink copycat Izod shirt that had a little strawberry where the alligator should have been. How could I have been so unaware and then suddenly obsessed with this motion? It started a month ago when I was on the subway with a friend who asked me what was going on with my breasts, why were they moving so much? I had always believed I had those strong boobs left over from the 1950s that never, ever moved.
compulsive breasts are out of control. My predicament reminds me of this short story I read about a secretary whose breasts suddenly start beating up men who stare at them. At first it was great for her, but later it just seemed so out of control. She couldn't get those large breasts of hers to stop pummeling the faces of the men around her.
I am not really complaining--I really appreciate my breasts and feel they are the perfect size for my figure and they used to behave in less annoying manner, but they just can't seem to stop moving around. I asked my sisters who have smaller breasts and they said maybe I should start wearing two sports bras.
Just the other day a man on the street cupped his two hands, and began to quickly move them up and down to mimic the movements of my breasts while saying something in Italian to me. Of course I was pissed off at his grotesque and totally inappropriate behavior, but also curious as to why he chose to point this out to me. Did he think I was unaware of my own kinetic energy?
After sharing my breast problem, someone suggested that I could buy those large, slightly padded push-upish bras like the ones from the 1950s that are still being sold at the National Wholesale Liquidators in my neighborhood. Now my breasts just sit up there silently on my chest. No sass, no acting out. Sometimes boob problems have a simple solution.
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I'm 26 and this is the first time I've ever noticed it. This seems worse than the time my sister told my mother (while we were in line at the public library) that I had to get a bra because my little breasts were moving around too much in my pink copycat Izod shirt that had a little strawberry where the alligator should have been. How could I have been so unaware and then suddenly obsessed with this motion? It started a month ago when I was on the subway with a friend who asked me what was going on with my breasts, why were they moving so much? I had always believed I had those strong boobs left over from the 1950s that never, ever moved.
I am not really complaining--I really appreciate my breasts and feel they are the perfect size for my figure and they used to behave in less annoying manner, but they just can't seem to stop moving around. I asked my sisters who have smaller breasts and they said maybe I should start wearing two sports bras.
After sharing my breast problem, someone suggested that I could buy those large, slightly padded push-upish bras like the ones from the 1950s that are still being sold at the National Wholesale Liquidators in my neighborhood. Now my breasts just sit up there silently on my chest. No sass, no acting out. Sometimes boob problems have a simple solution.