The Big Bust Club
Dec. 31st, 2003 04:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
devilgrrlBeing big-breasted is kind of like being part of this exclusive, secret club. I'm talking about really big busted, not like "Oh, I wear a D cup." I'm talking about the kind of big busted that means you can't shop in Victoria's Secret anymore. The kind of big busted where you go into Frederick's, try on the largest cup size (which is an American F, by the way) and discover that not only does the cup not fit in your back size, but also in the largest back size they carry, as well. The kind of big busted that means you have to shop at Lady Grace, if you want to try something on and all the bras that they have in your size are made of industrial strength nylon, scratchy lacy, and steel. They all look like throwbacks to the 50s bullet bras. God help you if you want something cute. Nothing cute comes in anything bigger than a D.
There should be a support (no pun intended) club. Hi, I'm Samantha, I'm 22, and I wear a 34FF/36F, depending on the cut and who makes it. I was a 34C when I was younger, but through a combination of hormones, genetics, and Ortho Tricyclen, I am what you see here today.
I hate going into Victoria's Secret and having them try to convince me that I want to try on their newest bra. I tell them, no, I'm sorry, you don't carry my size. Inevitably, the girl will say "Oh, but we have up to a 42DD." and then I tell her that I need a 36F. The salesgirl usually slinks off after that...
I was actually chatting with one of the girls in there when I was buying panties and was telling her about Bravissimo and Figleaves. She was a 36E, but was close enough that she could argue a 38DD on the smallest hook. While we were talking, another woman overheard us who was a 36G. She was delighted when I passed the addresses on to her as well.
Like I said: secret, exclusive club.
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Got my grades today. Culm was 2.25, but I'm going to protest one of the grades. The woman seriously marked me off because she didn't like me. Cunt.
I knew that I had blown my AbPsych final, as well, because I was sick with my bronchitis and sinusitis. I could barely see straight and stay awake, let alone concentrate to take the exam. I'm still upset about that. Stupid goddamn job... I'll be livid if it cost me being able to get back into UMass this semester.
I also found out that my boss has been bitching about me to the other girl who works there. How professional, right? They're looking for a part time assistant. Julie all but promised Meredith it. So much for that. I felt really bad for Meredith. I know she really wanted the extra money. It also makes me wonder who's going to get cut from the staff. I know it technically should be Jess, the newest hire, but I have a feeling that I lettered my own death warrant yesterday. I wanted to find a new job anyhow.
So, no real plans for tonight. I think we're going out for ice cream with one of my friends and her fiancé, but that's about it. We'll probably get chinese, open a bottle of champagne (well, sparkling wine, since it's not french.), and watch the drunks hit the island in front of my house.
Here's hoping '04 is better than '03.
There should be a support (no pun intended) club. Hi, I'm Samantha, I'm 22, and I wear a 34FF/36F, depending on the cut and who makes it. I was a 34C when I was younger, but through a combination of hormones, genetics, and Ortho Tricyclen, I am what you see here today.
I hate going into Victoria's Secret and having them try to convince me that I want to try on their newest bra. I tell them, no, I'm sorry, you don't carry my size. Inevitably, the girl will say "Oh, but we have up to a 42DD." and then I tell her that I need a 36F. The salesgirl usually slinks off after that...
I was actually chatting with one of the girls in there when I was buying panties and was telling her about Bravissimo and Figleaves. She was a 36E, but was close enough that she could argue a 38DD on the smallest hook. While we were talking, another woman overheard us who was a 36G. She was delighted when I passed the addresses on to her as well.
Like I said: secret, exclusive club.
Got my grades today. Culm was 2.25, but I'm going to protest one of the grades. The woman seriously marked me off because she didn't like me. Cunt.
I knew that I had blown my AbPsych final, as well, because I was sick with my bronchitis and sinusitis. I could barely see straight and stay awake, let alone concentrate to take the exam. I'm still upset about that. Stupid goddamn job... I'll be livid if it cost me being able to get back into UMass this semester.
I also found out that my boss has been bitching about me to the other girl who works there. How professional, right? They're looking for a part time assistant. Julie all but promised Meredith it. So much for that. I felt really bad for Meredith. I know she really wanted the extra money. It also makes me wonder who's going to get cut from the staff. I know it technically should be Jess, the newest hire, but I have a feeling that I lettered my own death warrant yesterday. I wanted to find a new job anyhow.
So, no real plans for tonight. I think we're going out for ice cream with one of my friends and her fiancé, but that's about it. We'll probably get chinese, open a bottle of champagne (well, sparkling wine, since it's not french.), and watch the drunks hit the island in front of my house.
Here's hoping '04 is better than '03.