All posts tagged: Breasts

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. …

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 …