[Missed Miss]

I remember sitting in class in 7th grade, my soon-to-be best friend pops my strap and asks "what size do you wear?" I answer 32 A. We high-five and bond over wearing the same size. As years went on she grew to a DD cup and I remained the same size. I kept waiting for the day mine would pop up. I mean my mom was thinner than I was and hers were perfect C cups... then I found out hers were fake. Very well done, because I had been fooled for years, but fake nonetheless.

I dated a guy who was an ass. He got me to wear one of those add two cup size bras. I spent hours combing over plastic surgery photos. I hated the way the fake ones looked, but it was the only way I could get boobs so I started looking at saving.

When I started dating my hubby he loved my body as it was. All thoughts about my boobs were pushed to the back of my mind and I really never worried about it. Then I was introduced to pin-up... I loved the curves and the bright red lipstick! I loved the sexiness and the power of these women who had perfect hourglass figures and expertly applied makeup, but looked like they could break your arms if they wanted to. I was enchanted. I no longer wanted boobs to please another person, I wanted them to feel empowered. I randomly stumbled upon this site and it's been a lot of trial and error since, but I think I am steadily on my way.

But yours are cute a very pretty!!