Here is an amusing story from the UK about a journalist who goes from a 36A to a 36DD overnight. The reactions of some of the guys in the story are priceless. I've never understood why men make such a big deal about large breasts.
I'm rather well-endowed (34DD) and can tell you from experience that men only notice them when they're prominently displayed. If you push 'em up so high that you could do lines off of them, then of course men will stare at them; essentially you're asking them to. And yet I can go days, weeks, even months without having them attract attention. Most women who are naturally busty figure out early how to dress so they're not all "HEY EVERYONE, WOULD YOU LOOK AT MY RACK?" I've noticed that women with implants, especially the ones who go from an A or B to a DD, don't seem to know how to do this. I don't know if it's because they didn't grow up with them and they don't realize that they now need to completely overhaul their wardrobe or if they think they need to be on display every minute of every day because they paid a load of money for them or just because they think they're awesome and assume everyone else thinks so to.
I'd love to see video footage of how this woman comported herself. I can almost guarantee that she made sure everyone noticed them. I'm not saying she should have worn the baggiest sweater she could find but maybe something a little less cleavage-baring?
^I agree. I'm a 36C on a 5'2" chubby frame, and I've never gotten a second look at my boobs unless I'm showing so much cleavage that my nipples are almost showing.
I am a 34A-32B (on a good day) with a height of 5'3" and I don't think men EVER look at my little ones, but I'm ok with that. I'd rather them look at my eyes, I think they are rather stunning...anyway off topic. When I was younger I was oh so very conservative...especially in my dress. I seriously needed to have my body completely covered. I hated and still do hate shorts. I didn't dislike my body, I was just uncomfortable showing skin.
When I was in high school I wore a lot of clothing that didn't show of my body...flannel shirts etc...(ugh I sound frumpy...it was the beginning of the Grunge period). Anyway, I dated this guy for a few months and we broke up before Prom...we were going to go together anyway, but he decided to go with another cheerleader...*le sigh*. He was a good guy, we were just off as a couple. I was a little upset because now I DIDN'T have a date for Senior Prom. My mother took me shopping for my dress. It was RED and flowy, came right above the knee and had these really cute linguini straps as I called them. It was totally everything opposite of what I normally wore. I was showing him what he was missing. AND EVERY boy that I was friends with came up to me at the dance and were fumbling over their words. They couldn't believe I didn't have a date and they would have asked me if they knew...BS they knew. I just looked hot for once. I felt like I was in a teen movie!
I was done for then with fashion. I just couldn't afford to really go and spend money because I didn't have a job!
I've always been modest. I swear, I think you can be born that way!
I never had a date for prom. I'm still really PISSED about that! (Originally, I was crushed and also embarrassed but now "pissed" is the right word!...LOL)
I guess there are some things you never recover from. :shocked:
If it makes you feel better, I didn't go to my own senior prom.
I went to my now-hubby's Junior prom, Senior prom, then I volunteered to collect tickets at my school's senior prom when I was a junior. That was pretty fun because I just sat there collecting tickets and telling all my friends how beautiful they looked, then was told to get my boogie on! Free food and drinks was uber nice! Oh yea.. I didn't pay a dime. MUAHAHAHAHAHA
So yea.. I was totally prom-ed out by the time my own prom came around.
I went to my prom and I can tell you all that you didn't miss much. I was so desperate to go I went with the geekiest, goofiest guy in the class. I think he had already asked and been turned down by half the class. I made a really nice dress and I looked really nice and he got drunk and THREW UP ON ME.
I never got the whole getting drunk in high school thing. Well.. that and the fact that my now-hubby never allowed me to get wild. He was happy with me going to work, studying, and going to school.
Karen--I can't believe you didn't have a date to your Prom.
PurpleRules--I had a few dances like that in my life too. Just being SO desperate to go and have a date...been there unfortunately. No boys ever threw up on me though. That totally sucks.
I have to tell you though, going alone was the absolute BEST! I wouldn't trade it for the world or a time-machine and have him not break up with me.
I am chesty, but I find men look at me whether or not im displaying. I am however almost always wearing makeup.
The only times I don't is at the gym and that's the only time I don't get looked at (it's like being anonymous, almost delicious, but I do get insecure when I see someone I'd like to be looking at me). Every girl I know, or even encounter randomly throughout life, that gets regular attention from the opposite sex wears a lot of makeup (not the subtle look, but noticeable, although not hooker worthy). This is the only universal thing I've noticed and believe me, no matter what men say about loving the natural look, their behaviour contradicts it.
My best friend in high school was completely flat chested, but a cute girl that I taught how to do her makeup. She eventually wore far more than me (the student becomes the teacher...sigh :P) and received far more attention from the opposite chest. However, when she took birth control and became a c-cup, the attention level skyrocketed to the point that every guy in our school was obsessing over how "hot" she looked now (I'll never forget that moment at the start of senior year when everyone comes back from summer vacation and she came back looking like a victoria's secret ad while I slowly started wearing less makeup).
Another thing, heels make an enormous difference. And blonde hair, no matter what, being a blonde always attracts attention.
However attention does not mean preference. It may attract that first look, but whether or not the look lingers for more than a minute is what counts.
See, men look at mine more when I'm not displaying. (38 DDD on a fat frame, BTW.) Unless they're drunk or in the case of one guy I know who loves boobs that he'll stare at any well endowed woman, no matter what she looks like. She could be older then dirt and have a face like a horse and if she's busty with a low cut top his eyes are so glued to her breasts you'd think that her nipples had tractor beams. I do display them on occasion. Just not at work.
There was one time that a guy was staring that made me want to scream. He was some preacher that ran an alcohol recovery center who didn't seem to believe that I believe in God because he kept preaching to me long after I tried to make it clear I was already a believer. The entire time though my mom was talking to him and he was preaching to my breasts.
Either that, or he just couldn't believe I had Barry Manilow on my t-shirt.
Men will be men, I guess. Even religious ones. But geez, first off I hate it when people preach to me about anything, even when it's something I believe in/agree on. Second, MY EYES ARE UP HERE, PREACHER MAN!
I am going into grade 12 next year and I don't want to go to prom because the stupid entry fee is a 40 dollar rip off and I'm not going to buy a stupid ass dress I will only wear once. Also apparently all the creepy vice principals are in there watching the whole time at the front. Also I HATE pop music. My parents will probably get me tickets to a metal concert instead that I actually enjoy instead of dumbass consumerist prom. I find men staring at my breasts objectifying and it pisses me off.