Pros and cons of a bust

Plumber and all the other men who have been in my life to one degree or another have admired and enjoyed my large bust. They probably don't realise how lucky they are that I have this bust.

I was an early developer, by the time most of my friends were starting to develope I was already a size 36c (I don't know how that equates for anyone outside UK). By the time I was 15 I had to get used to comments from biys and men such as ' you don't get many of then to a lb' 'look at those melons'. I didn't like it and whenever a lad asked me out I always worried that it was my bust he was interested in not me. Perhaps being shy didn't help matters there.

By the time I left school and began working I found that it was difficult to find clothes to fit. I was still slim in those days so finding anything that fitted across my bust was too big on my shoulders. But anything that fitted across my shoulders gaped at my bust. I was also exeriencing shooting pains in the underside of my breasts. I visited my Dr who agreed that my bust was too big for my narrow back to cope with. He talked to me about getting my bust reduced on the NHS, there was a long waiting list for this. He told me that part of the operation would involve removing the niples but replacing them at the end of the operation, but they would not be connected to the milk ducts. He went on to assure me that although I would not be able to breast feed any babies I had I wouldn't anyway because I would suffocate them before they could get any milk. My Dr wanted me to have this operation because he felt that my breasts were far too heavy for my back which meant that without a reduction by the time I was 40 I would be hunched over from the weight.

Several trips to the nearest hospital that specialised in plastic surgery, Queen Victoria(East Grinstead, East Sussex)to be examined and accepted for surgery. I was warned that it could be several years before I reached the top of the list (I was 22 at this point). I just got on with my life as best I could.

I met the father of my children and had DC who I managed to breast feed for 6 weeks (not without difficulty but did it). I could ever manage one handed as I needed to use my fre hand to hold the breast away from the baby's face while he suckled on my nipple. 2 1/2 yrs later OJ came along and I managed to breast feed him too which I did until he was 10 weeks old when being a big baby (10lb 2oz at birth) he needed more than just milk. But although he was now starting to have solids I still expressed milk for him. I had so much milk that I could easily have donated spare milk to the maternity hospital if it had been closer. When I had ET 14 months after OJ I again breast fed him 12 weeks this time with the added problem now that my milk was so profuse that each time I fed him I had to place a jug or a bottle under my other breast because each time he suckled on one nipple the other would begin releasing a stream of milk too.

It was when ET was about 5 weeks old that I received the letter advising me that my operation to reduce my bust would be in one week from the date I had received the letter (it had been doing the rounds of my home town until my brother received it and passed it on). I was now 30 and not in a position to be able to go ahead with the surgery. I declined the chance to have a more normal bosom. I have never done anything more about getting it done.

In my younger days I hated my breasts, they were heavy, uncomfortable and attracted more attention than I liked. I got into the habit of walking around with my arms crossed in an effort to diguise my assets. But as I got older and my marriage broke up, I began dating again I found that I enjoy the attention I get because of them. But I still find that they are a problem when it comes to clothes. Bras are very expensive to buy (when can find my size 44g at one time but only 42DD now). Even when I had lost a lot of weight and was wearing size 14/16 skirts/jeans I was still size 20/22 top because of my bust size.

I find even simple tasks like washing up arduous because standing for more than a few minutes gives me back ache. working in the garden as I have been doing for the last few days takes me a long time because I have to keep stopping for a rest. It isn't lack of energy but back pain that makes even simple chores so difficult for me. It has always been this way for me but it has taken me until today to work out why I find everything so much effort. Perhaps if I had had my bust reduced all those years ago my house and garden would have been much easier for me to manage.

Now I think I shall see my current Dr to see where I stand re having a reduction now. Having said that I still don't know if I would go ahead with it, I have kind of grown attached to my bust now but if it is the reason I find everything so difficult it might be just what I have to do.