All posts tagged: Boobs

The Devil You Know: Why I Chose to Remove Both Breasts

I had a double mastectomy with reconstructive surgery in December of 2009. I’m not a survivor, I did not have cancer. I am genetically inclined to get it, so I guess if anything, I am a pre-survivor — this was a proactive surgery. I never looked at my decision as brave. I just played the shitty card in the hand that I was dealt. A few years before my surgery, my mom was diagnosed with stage-3 breast cancer. Her mother passed away at age 44 of ovarian cancer. It was pretty obvious I was a vulnerable branch on the cancer family tree. The first decision I had to make was whether I should have the genetic testing done. For me, it was a no brainer; I believe the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don’t. No longer did I want to catch and beat cancer — I wanted to deny it the chance to play at all. I tested positive for the BRCA1 gene. In a nutshell, this means I …

To Boob Job or Not? That Was the Question

(Illustration by Nancy Gonzalez/TueNight) I stood obediently still in the bridal shop as the seamstress fussed with my wedding dress. A saleswoman watched from across the room. “Give her a little shape up top,” she called out, loud enough for every customer in the store to hear (and possibly those in the shop across the street). “I’m trying,” the seamstress yelled back, “but she’s got nothing. Nothing!” Like every small-breasted woman, I’ve got tons of stories like this one, tales of humiliation, longing and finally, resignation that the boobs I was born with were not going to get any bigger on their own. Angst over my boob-less-ness started early. At age 12, the one girl in my summer camp bunk with sizable breasts — Jodi S. — was a celebrity. She wasn’t particularly pretty or charming, but her boobs made her a star. My prepubescent friends and I were fascinated with the way those puppies looked encased in a plain white bra, on display in a pink bikini, taut under a tee shirt, or swinging …

The TueDo List: Get Sized, Buy Some Bras, Feel Your Boobs & More

What’s better than doing some bra shopping, especially when there’s a sale? (Photo courtesy Gap.com) We were all about boobs this week, so why not carry that into the weekend? Get Fit A recent Women’s Wear Daily survey showed that 64 percent of women are wearing the wrong bra size. I believe that I am guilty, in spite of years of gentle reminders from a fashion blogger friend to figure it out already. (Her guide on how to get fitted is still the best thing I’ve read on the topic.) If you need some help with the measuring tape, there are plenty of places to go. In the NYC metro area, Brooklyn’s Iris Lingerie is an excellent place to get fit, as is the Upper West Side’s famous Town Shop, which has been sizing up women for more than 100 years (seriously). In the D.C area, I’ve heard nothing but good things about Coup de Foudre Lingerie. They even offer a free 30-minute bra makeover, so there is really no reason to procrastinate. If you’d like to start out …

Big Moments in My Big-Breasted History

Overlooking Hanauma Bay in Hawaii, boobs and all. (Photo courtesy Jennifer Ha) Growing up in Florida in the ‘70s, everywhere I looked, boobs and bikinis. As my family was always at the pool or the beach, I just thought that bikinis were what most women wore, all the time. Laugh-In was on television, and seeing Goldie Hawn smiling and giggling in a red two-piece reinforced this. I was a tomboy and could have cared less what I wore. I did notice that boys, however, got away with wearing swim trunks (for reasons which eluded me). It all seemed so unfair. Of course karmically that meant that I would be blessed with that which I did not want: big boobs. My First I started to develop on the early side, and resisted bras for as long as I could. Finally, when I was about 10 years old, my mom trundled me off in the car to J.C. Penney in pursuit of the dreaded “training bra.” Mom took me first to Ladies’ Intimates to ask where to find bras …

Why My Cleavage is My Ultimate Accessory

In high school, my friend Steve nicknamed me “Cleavage.” Or, more accurately, “CLEEE-VAGE,” which he shouted down the hallway or across the cafeteria in his deep, booming voice. Sometimes he’d try to throw French fries into said crevice, which wasn’t hard to do as I often sported outfits that put my boobs on display. Over 20 years later, not much has changed, except that Steve and I have lost touch, nobody else has picked up the nickname, and I’ve gotten better at shopping for pushup bras. I still love to show off my cleavage any chance I get, meaning just about every day. Now, I should clarify: I’m not talking about a Kim Kardashian or even Christina Hendricks amount of cleavage — i.e., when a woman’s boobs are the only thing you see because they are totally front and center. Rather, I go for a less over-the-top look. It’s not about smushing my breasts together as much as it is about gently suggesting what the rest — what you can’t see — might look like. …

The 5 Bras Every Woman Must Own, Especially During the Summer

Warm weather = less clothes = the need for an excellent bra. (Photo by Shuttershock) Remember when you were in your 20s and you could get away with wearing a black bra under a white t-shirt? Or when a loose, neon-colored strap sitting on your shoulder was all cute and sexy-like? Occasionally, I miss those days. But on the whole, I find that ill-fitted, notice-me-now bras make me seem like I’m trying to look younger than I am. Which I’m not. I’m pretty happy with my almost-40 status. And since the days that I spend not working from home usually involve an office, a potential or current client, or a combination of the two, I want to look presentable, stylish, maybe a bit edgy —  but professional nonetheless. This isn’t easy for women during a hot-as-hell summer, especially when it comes to bras. We’re down to wearing thin, as-cool-as-possible fabrics, so it’s a challenge to disguise a bulky bra or avoid unsightly shoulder straps. Securing our boobs in a way that’s appropriate, comfortable and properly …

Talking to My Mom about Her Breast Cancer, 40 Years Later

My mom got breast cancer in 1974 and survived. I feel incredibly lucky that she’s here, that’s she’s 76 years young, and that I have been afforded a lifetime with her. In fact, I feel so lucky, that I hardly ever think about it. Aside from her urging my sister and me to get annual mammograms (which, as dutiful daughters, we do), we never really talk about her cancer very much. So I thought, on the occasion of this issue, I would. Mom, how did you discover the lump? I discovered it in the shower. It was probably near the surface of my skin. It was hot to the touch, warm. My mother had breast cancer in 1954, so I was well aware of what it could be. But she survived that for a while, right? Well, it spread. Not extremely fast, but it spread into her lungs and brain and she died in 1963. So after you self-diagnosed it, what did you do next? I don’t remember much. I remember going to HUP (Hospital …

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The Survivor and the Companion: Two Views into Breast Cancer

There are plenty of descriptions in books of boobs, breasts, bosoms, fun bags, melons, bazongas, nice racks and so on. However, there aren’t as many books devoted to them as a subject. Our female mammalian pectoral appendages, which take up so much of our time and male attention, don’t get taken seriously as often as they should. Until something goes wrong. While we’ve all laughed about our chest problems and protectors — the books that stay with me about breasts are the ones about breast cancer. And the best of the recent books about breast cancer is absolutely, positively A Breast Cancer Alphabet by Madhulika Sikka in which the author, a prominent DC news executive, details her experience with the disease. Diagnosed in 2010, Sikka had access to the best information and services, but found she still had questions, anxieties, fears, joys, highs and lows. Hers is not the story of a warrior in pink or a victim in denial; it’s a real, modern woman’s honest, open record of what really happens when your secondary …

Margit’s Note: Are You Wearing One?

Born free “Are any of us wearing bras?!” Back when we’d publish TueNight in the mornings (until we realized, “hey this thing is called TueNIGHT, we should probably launch AT NIGHT), Susan, Adrianna, Kat and myself would often segue bleary-eyed from bed to coffee to laptop at 7 a.m. without ever strapping in. Ok, TMI. But you know you do it too, when you can. Plumber shows up, we’ll just pile on that zip-up hoodie. Or not. Scandalous. Even Susan — who has fantastic bra advice this week — admits to dashing to the drugstore bra-less. Then there’s Adrianna who got married sans bra. We love our girls — harnessed or free. Sometimes these strange appendages bug us, sometimes we flaunt them shamelessly. They can offer nourishment or a great deal of pain. Extreme satisfaction or utter embarrassment.  And occasionally, we forget they’re even there. This week we’re circumventing the globes. (Sorry.) Sex author Rachel Kramer Bussel dresses up and for her cleavage. Amy Barr debates an enhancement. Susan Linney tells us which bras are …