When I was a preteen, my mom said I was a member of the IBTC, the Itty Bitty Titties Club! And I was! I don't recall stuffing my bra - I'd have been too afraid of being found out! But, remember pregnancy and having to get at least one new bra because pregnancy boobs are larger than pre-pregnancy boobs. And breast-feeding boobs. I actually really enjoyed breast-feeding. I had a couple of the fancy bras with the flap, But a couple of other new moms showed me that I could just wear a sports bra that wasn't too tight and pull it up. Genius! I still haven't found a perfect bra. The right shoulder strap almost always falls down, despite following all the instructions on the internet! I loved your reminiscences about bras! Great piece.
Thanks for the laughs and the memories, Janice! This is beautifully written, with just the right touch of humor plus deeper wisdom we can all relate to, no matter our chest shape and size.
I LOVED this story. I started out like you, so little there all the way through adolescence I earned the nasty nickname "Busty" from supposed friends. The worst was the gym class locker room because I didn't even own a bra. But I moved into my late teens and early 20's during the "Let's Burn our Bras!!" era and was right at home because no one else wore one either. Then, with pregnancy, my chest exploded these massive appendages that required double hammocks to support them!. Sheesh!
I'll tell you what though; Breastfeeding was such a meaningful experience, I became a La Leche League Leader to help other women manage their Treasure Chests!
Thank you for a beautifully written story that triggered a long trip down memory lane.
What a cool story. I can identify with the burn the bras era. I did go braless some, but even with small breasts, I felt exposed. Thanks for adding your story. Women have such mixed feelings about bras.
I love this, Janice. The light-hearted humour and the thoughtful reminder of the many good things in life. P.S. I know someone who puts crystals in her bra when she feels the need. 😊
Janice, what a delightful essay. I can so relate -- all of my bras were padded. Once when my mother and I were shopping for bras, I heard her say to the sales lady that I was like two fried eggs on an ironing board.
As I got into my fifties and beyond, my small breasts began to sag and darn if that sagging didn't make me look more endowed.
Though I still have nothing that resembles cleavage, unless I draw it in with an eyebrow pencil, I'm happy to have a little bit of shape in a turtleneck sweater. And as you say, there's a lot more to carry next to your heart than flesh.
Loved this. Very Funny!
When I was a preteen, my mom said I was a member of the IBTC, the Itty Bitty Titties Club! And I was! I don't recall stuffing my bra - I'd have been too afraid of being found out! But, remember pregnancy and having to get at least one new bra because pregnancy boobs are larger than pre-pregnancy boobs. And breast-feeding boobs. I actually really enjoyed breast-feeding. I had a couple of the fancy bras with the flap, But a couple of other new moms showed me that I could just wear a sports bra that wasn't too tight and pull it up. Genius! I still haven't found a perfect bra. The right shoulder strap almost always falls down, despite following all the instructions on the internet! I loved your reminiscences about bras! Great piece.
Great piece, Janice!!
Thanks.
Thanks for the laughs and the memories, Janice! This is beautifully written, with just the right touch of humor plus deeper wisdom we can all relate to, no matter our chest shape and size.
Thanks.
I LOVED this story. I started out like you, so little there all the way through adolescence I earned the nasty nickname "Busty" from supposed friends. The worst was the gym class locker room because I didn't even own a bra. But I moved into my late teens and early 20's during the "Let's Burn our Bras!!" era and was right at home because no one else wore one either. Then, with pregnancy, my chest exploded these massive appendages that required double hammocks to support them!. Sheesh!
I'll tell you what though; Breastfeeding was such a meaningful experience, I became a La Leche League Leader to help other women manage their Treasure Chests!
Thank you for a beautifully written story that triggered a long trip down memory lane.
What a cool story. I can identify with the burn the bras era. I did go braless some, but even with small breasts, I felt exposed. Thanks for adding your story. Women have such mixed feelings about bras.
This is close to the heart!
Laughing and then tearing up just a little. ok, more than a little. thanks, Janice!
I love this, Janice. The light-hearted humour and the thoughtful reminder of the many good things in life. P.S. I know someone who puts crystals in her bra when she feels the need. 😊
How interesting. All I can think is how uncomfortable a crystal would be! Even worse than a cell phone. But again, a very convenient hiding place. 😏
Janice, thank you for reminding us of holding special moments close to our hearts. I have a funny bra story, but I ended up padding it myself! 😂
I'd love to hear your bra story. I'll bet every woman has one. Love them or hate them, bras are so emblematic of our roles as women.
Janice, what a delightful essay. I can so relate -- all of my bras were padded. Once when my mother and I were shopping for bras, I heard her say to the sales lady that I was like two fried eggs on an ironing board.
As I got into my fifties and beyond, my small breasts began to sag and darn if that sagging didn't make me look more endowed.
Though I still have nothing that resembles cleavage, unless I draw it in with an eyebrow pencil, I'm happy to have a little bit of shape in a turtleneck sweater. And as you say, there's a lot more to carry next to your heart than flesh.
I love this! Small breasts were definitely better for many reasons. I just didn't realize it when I was younger. Makes mammograms much easier. 😊