36DD/E, and I really hate them. I was an B all the way through high school and my undergraduate career, then they were a C after awhile, which was as much as I wanted. Now they're just ridiculous. If I wear anything that allows cleavage, they're these ridiculous melons under my damn chin. If I want to do any sort of exercise that jolts me, I need more sports bra than I can easily get (I require a specialty bra), and my bras cost an average of $80 a piece on sale. People talk to them instead of me if I do wear anything with cleavage, which is really annoying. And finding a blouse that fits is like unicorn hunting. I wear a lot of men's t shirts, and for the first time in my life, I need a men's large or extra large to fit them so that they don't strain the fabric. And then I just look round all over, because I'm wearing a baggy men's shirt and hunching. I wish I could afford a reduction.
My partner loves them, but there isn't much I wouldn't give to be back at a C or so. No amount of weight loss appears to effect their size, and they're big enough to make it easy to sweep things off tables/make it hard to sit too close to a table. My necklaces disappear in the cleavage, and I can hide a pen in them.
Puberty was weird enough, but the fact that I did the whole puberty thing twice, apparently, is really annoying.
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