The Most Uncomfortable Time of the Year.

During the winter, I sort of forget that the female body exists. We’re all covered up, and aside from occasional innuendo, I don’t have to think or worry too much about the curves that girls have. Then springtime comes. And warm weather. Legs are shaved, hair is down, and most distractingly, breasts are on full-display.

It’s distracting. I have this crazy thing called a “conscience”. Spring after spring, I run into this problem. I tell myself, “Don’t worry about it.” I tell myself, “As long as you’re not staring, it’s not a big deal.” I tell myself, “Not noticing fine breasts is like not noticing the sun. Heterosexual females notice other fine breasts, too.”

I remind myself that if a girl has large breasts, what is she supposed to do, cover them up constantly? Of course not. If you have it, flaunt it. Feel proud. Girls like attention, girls like head-turning. Girls don’t like staring, however, unless they’re teasing a guy. Such is the power of curves.

But, cleavage. Glorious cleavage. If you have a huge rack, you’re going to have cleavage without even trying. Maybe you like attention. But maybe you don’t. I remind myself, “If a girl isn’t comfortable with her body and misinterprets your benign admiration, she’s a bitch.” Why do, I care, after all?

Oh right. Simple. I do care what others think of me. I’m not a gawker, I’m not a starer. I’m not an ass, I’m not a jerk. I deserve respect as someone who is a unique and complex human being. And goddamn it, I wish I could be comfortable with the fact that breasts are there, they’re going to be in my visual field at some point, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Life must be a lot simpler if you don’t mind pissing people off.

je pleure.

May 4, 2006

I can’t really flaunt my boobies unless I’m not wearing anything. They’re almost gone and it saddens me.

Weather makes no difference to me – cleavage is always on show as it makes me happy and I’ll wear short skirts with boots in the middle of winter! LOL I’m a weather-rebel!!

My helpful hints: A. wear shades. you will also benefit from the added effect of looking cool. B. try not to drool.

Amidala

lmao at Ashleigh’s advice!

I have a love-hate relationship with my C-cups. They make shirts fit nice, but my creepy-ass Geometry teacher is always staring at my rack. ~

Window

You got it right, at least for someone like me… I like the look but hate the stare down. Just don’t stare.

Even at 14 I’ve had guys staring.I hate it.I just wear sweaters all the time now.

I just hate it when people talk to my boobs and not my face-and it does happen, more often than you’d think. I always want to crouch down and go, “hello!” That or talk a boob in each hand and make them boobie hand-puppets that talk back.

Hell, I’d like it if I caught some guy staring at my chest. I’ve never had that happen before — I’d find it flattering.

Cassie

I hate when I am at work and a girl walks in with a swimsuit and all I can look at is her boobs.

Scorpio Frost

May 5, 2006

The bitch named

Joanna Maguire

At one time in history women had to ewear a binder to flaten their breats. Longs skirts. All men could see was a flash of ankle. As an old art student I sketchr paint women some with big breasts. As a full time CD who wears a corset. Has clevge. Mayor cant keeps his hands off my waist even while his wife watches to feel my corset. smile at woman admiringly. NEVER STARE NOR DROOL U might cop it

seabee

Must suck to have that feeling all the time..

Hmmm. Do you think if we all walked around naked then people would stare less at breasts/bulges? I mean… part of the fun is not knowing what hides under the cloth, right?