How to Run with Big Boobs: A Hilariously Honest Guide to Jogging

Running, it's a piece of cake, right? Well, not when you're a well-endowed woman! The struggle of jogging with a big bust is real. Well, I want to share my own experiences with running and offer some practical tips for my fellow busty ladies so they can conquer the pavement. So for all you curvy ladies ready to tackle a run, read on to find out how you can make your jogs more comfortable and enjoyable.

1. Get your hands on a high-quality sports bra:

Boob support is no joke when it comes to running with large breasts. Don't skimp on a sports bra that offers both encapsulation (individual cups for each breast) and compression (firmly holding breasts against the chest). Look for adjustable straps and closures to keep those girls secure and comfortable while you run.

1. Double up:

If one sports bra isn't cutting it, try wearing two or pair it with a tight-fitting tank top or crop top. Layering can provide additional support and give you the confidence to run without worrying about any unintended boob acrobatics.

1. Straighten up that posture:

Good running posture isn't just for the small-chested. Keep your head up, shoulders back, and core engaged to distribute the weight of your chest evenly and prevent discomfort. Plus, you'll look like a running pro!

1. Stride with style:

A shorter stride can help reduce bounce, making your run more comfortable. Play around with your stride length and speed to find your perfect boob-friendly running technique. Who knows, you might even invent a new running style!

1. Buff up:

Strength training isn't just for bodybuilders. Building your upper body and core muscles can offer extra support for your chest and ease the strain on your neck and back. Plus, who doesn't love a toned core and strong arms?

1. Pick the perfect path:

Choosing softer surfaces like grass or dirt trails can reduce the impact on your joints and chest. If you're stuck on pavement or a treadmill, maintain a steady pace and control the bounce to keep your chest happy.

1. Embrace the journey:

Running with large breasts can be a rollercoaster, but don't let it get you down. Be patient and remember that every busty woman's experience is unique. Experiment with different techniques and gear, and most importantly, have fun!

In conclusion:

Jogging with big boobs doesn't have to be a nightmare. By investing in proper gear, focusing on your posture and stride, and incorporating strength training, you can turn your runs into a delightful experience. Stay patient and persistent, and remember to find humor in your journey. Soon, you'll discover the best strategies to make running enjoyable for both you and your chest. Happy jogging!

The Day I Realized I Needed a Sports Bra: A Busty Teen's Tale

For some girls, the moment they realize they need a sports bra may not stand out in their memory. However, for me, it's a moment I'll never forget. I can remember the exact day I realized I needed extra support – the day my big boobs made their uh, “grand debut”.

The Tale Begins:

It was the first game of the high school softball season, and I was ready to show off my skills. Little did I know, I was about to make a different kind of impression on the field. I hit the ball and sprinted toward first base, only to hear "Boom, Boom, Boom" echoing from the stands. My heart raced, panicking that everyone was looking at me. I was so embarrassed.

I reached first base and glanced back, only to see a group of boys chanting and laughing as I ran. Over the summer, I had somehow bypassed any mid-size cup and transformed from an A-cup to a D-cup. My slim frame made it obvious that the boys weren't commenting on my weight – they were reacting to my bouncing boobs.

A Mix of Emotions:

As I stood on first base, my face flushed with embarrassment, and I longed to retreat to the safety of the dugout. My parents, friends' parents, coaches, and even the principal (a family friend) were all witnessing this mortifying moment. However, there was a small part of me that secretly enjoyed the attention. I didn't fully understand that it was embarrassing attention, but it was attention nonetheless.

Mom to the Rescue:

On the drive home, my mom – a woman of few words – casually mentioned that she had noticed my boobs looked a bit bigger. Without further ado, she suggested we go shopping for a new sports bra. And just like that, a new pre-softball season ritual was born: shopping for the perfect, snug sports bra to keep my chest in check.

Conclusion:

The day I realized I needed a sports bra was both embarrassing and eye-opening. It taught me the importance of proper support and embracing my body's changes. Whether you're a teen with a growing chest or a woman looking for the right fit, remember that the right sports bra can make all the difference in your comfort and confidence.

Breastimonial: Getting Felt Up By a 75 Year Old Woman

Breastimonial: Getting Felt Up By a 75 Year Old Woman

All through high school I was a 36 DD. A fact that I enjoyed since my initials were DD and most of my friends called me Double D. Then during my freshman year of college I gained a ton of weight thanks to a steady diet of giant chocolate chip cookies from the cafeteria and Papa John’s Pizza. 

Some women when they gain weight, feel it in their butt and hips, or as a general all over body expansion. Not me. I only gain weight in two places, my stomach and breasts. By the end of Freshman year I looked six months pregnant and had two bowling balls strapped to my chest. 

“My DD bras barely covered half a boob and I was constantly spilling out all over the place. ”

After accidentally exposing my nipples for like the tenth time in public, I finally decided it was time to go bra shopping. Now I know what you’re thinking, “Ohhh yay, bra shopping sounds sexy and fun!” And it can be, especially if you have smaller perkier breasts that fit into all the sexy styles and name brand bras. While my girlfriends in high school bought cute and colorful bras from Victoria's Secret and Calvin Klein I was forced to buy bras that had more depth and support, always in somber colors for some reason. 

“As if big tittied women don’t like hot pink and teal too!”

So I gathered my courage and walked into the lingerie section at Nordstrom. As I flipped through the racks of bras with sizes from DDD to G, I started gritting my teeth in anger. DD bras are not cheap, but the bigger you go the higher the price gets. Plus it was harder and harder to find sexy looking bras in fun colors. All of the bigger sizes came in either nude, white or black and had giant straps that would show under tank tops. 

Finally an older saleswoman came over to help me. She took one look at my overflowing breasts in their too small bra and quickly ushered me into a dressing room to be measured. I’d never been properly fitted before. 

“I stood there dumbfounded as she followed me into the small room, closed the door and ordered me to strip. ”

Afraid she’d start pulling my clothes off herself, I quickly took my shirt off. As I stood there topless with my giant breasts bursting out all over the place, waiting for her to begin measuring, she shook her head and motioned with her fingers for me to take my bra off too. 

This was before I’d experienced the freeing sensation of going topless at the beach. At the time I was extremely insecure about my weight gain and not eager to get naked in front of a mirror let alone another person. But the stern look on the woman’s face told me to stop being a child and woman up. So I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. Letting my massive mounds fall free and naked. 

She grabbed the measuring tape that was wrapped around her neck and quickly started measuring me. Casually lifting each breast so she could get the tape around my rib cage. It felt professional and was very quick. 

“I still couldn’t help but think that I was being felt up by the cold bony fingers of a 75 year old woman. To be fair it was the most action I’d had in months. ”

Afterwards she left and came back with a series of large old lady bras for me to try on. Each had massive cups the size of my face, with thick straps and a matronly look. Dismayed, I tried each one on with tears in my eyes as I faced my new reality. I was a nineteen year old girl now forced to wear the kind of bras my grandmother would wear. Sure they fit great and my giant knockers felt secure and supported but I’d never be able to wear any sexy dresses or low cut tops. I’d be restricted to turtle neck sweaters for the rest of my life. 

“What’s worse, all of the bras were designed to lock down and minimize my huge tits. Not lift them up or accentuate my new gorgeous rack. ”

Plus each one cost between $60 to $80. A huge amount of money for a broke ass college student to pay. 

After trying on over twenty different bras I finally settled on two that were the sexiest of the bunch, although nowhere near as alluring as I’d hoped for. The saleswoman was not happy with my choices. I’d still gone with bras that were a cup size too small and she’d wanted me to get ones that fit properly and provided the best support. 

“But I wasn’t about to pay $80 for a bra that was never going to get me laid. Back pain be damned! ”

I eventually became more confident and secure in my new body, but still cringe every time I have to go bra shopping. 

This experience happened over twenty years ago and I’m happy to say that the lingerie industry has progressed a bit since then and now celebrates body positivity. So those of us blessed with voluptuous curves can finally buy bras in lots of different styles and sexy colors. Of course the prices are still high though!

Breastimonial: Please Stare at My Tits

I’m not speaking for all women here. These are my opinions and no one else’s, but I like it when men stare at my tits. It’s true. I love staring at other women’s breasts and it doesn’t bother me one bit when someone stares at mine. 

Now I’m not saying I want to walk around all day with everyone’s eyes glued to my breasts, which has been known to happen. 

But when I’m dressed up and flaunting the girls, I absolutely want you to stare.

That’s why I’m wearing that bra that’s two sizes too small. Sometimes this girl just wants to be treated like a piece of meat. 

My favorite thing is to catch a guy peeking down while trying to pretend that he’s looking at something else. I’m not nearly as subtle when I stare at boobs.

Half the time I’ll walk right up to a girl and tell her, her tits look amazing in that dress.

Everyone loves a compliment, right?

Here’s the thing about having big boobs, they’re painful. They make life difficult and don’t even get me started on how expensive bras are for big breasted women. Guys, imagine how you would feel, being blessed with an extra large penis but then being told that every pair of underwear you had to buy was going to be at least $60-$80. Suddenly you don’t feel so lucky. 

The way I make up for all the grief, and shoulder pain that my giant boobs cause me is by taking joy in displaying them once and a while. The same way skinny girls with rocking abs wear crop tops all the time. If you got it, flaunt it!

So if my watermelons are bursting out of a little cotton sundress, then I want you to stare at them, please.

You have my full permission. Just don’t assume all women are the same. Not every woman enjoys being objectified or choked. Guess I’m just special.

Breastimonial: Free The Girls

I experienced my first topless beach at the age of 19, in sunny southern Spain. The men wore speedos and the women wore skimpy bikini bottoms and nothing else. Just naked boobies as far as the eye could see. 

My girlfriends and I were shocked to witness entire families on the beach, with little kids running around playing. While their moms and grandmothers sat in chairs, handing out snacks, smoking cigarettes, and sunning themselves topless. Despite the fact that we felt way over-dressed in our string bikinis, we kept our tops on. None of us were brave enough to be the first to free our girls. 

Each secretly afraid that our breasts would be judged by the other girls. 

What surprised me the most was my own embarrassment. I grew up at the beach. I spent most of my life dressed in nothing but a bikini and a pair of sunglasses. I even used to surf at Blacks Beach, San Diego’s famous nude beach.

But I always wore my bathing suit while surfing at Blacks because surfing naked isn’t as fun as it sounds. Surf boards are covered in a thick sticky wax to stop surfers from slipping off their wet boards when they stand up. Visualize lying down on your stomach naked. Think of all the different body parts that will rub up against the coarse sandpaper like surface of the board, and all of the tiny hairs that will stick to the wax. Then imagine what happens the second you jump up for a wave. 

I've been told it’s the same sensation as covering your entire groin, stomach and chest area with duct tape and then quickly ripping it off. 

So while I was used to riding waves and looking at people frolicking naked on the beach, I was absolutely not prepared to join them. This act of prudishness bothered me. The next time I went backpacking across Europe, I was 21 and traveling alone. This time I was determined to sit on a beach in Spain and bare my breasts. Just like the local girls, who acted so cool, confident and calm in their toplessness. That’s the thing with topless beaches. No one actually cares. European men don’t sit there and gawk, or start trying to titty-twist every pair of nipples they see.

The women with big boobs don’t point and laugh at the women with small breasts and no one cares about the size or color of your nipples. Something I was very worried about because I’ve always felt like I have giant nipples. Everyone just acts so normal and blase about it. This gave me the confidence to slowly untie the knot on my bikini top and let my heavy jugs spill out. 

Freedom! For the first time in my life I was sitting in public, during the middle of the day with my tits out. 

I couldn’t help but succumb to nervous laughter. Like I was being naughty and kept expecting someone to come punish me for it. But no one cared or even noticed me and my giant nipples swinging free. 

The warm sun and cool breeze on my naked breasts was invigorating and intoxicating at the same time. I’d never felt so liberated in my entire life. I laid on my towel and read topless. Then I got up and went for a walk up and down the beach topless with my head held high. Proud that I was finally unashamed of my big nipples and less than perky large breasts. 

Ya I got nipples like headlights that face south… So what? They’re mine and they’re beautiful. 

The best part was swimming topless. There is no greater feeling in this world for a big tittied woman than having the experience of her hefty mounds floating weightless in the sea. 

Boobies just bobbing up and down at the surface like bathtub rubber duckies. 

To look down and see that gravity has no effect on your substantial melons, as though you’re Barbarella drifting around naked in space, is the absolute tits… pardon the expression. I stayed all day, playing topless in the waves. It was by far one of the best beach days I’d ever had. 

When it was time to strap my girls back into their triangular prisons, I could hear their angry moans of protest. 

I was sorry too. Once you’ve freed the girls, going back to normal is depressing. Boobs should be free all the time. What’s the big deal? If we can see guys' nipples all day long, why can’t we see lovely lady nips too? 

I did learn one valuable lesson that day, though. If you’re going to play in the sun naked, be sure to put extra sunscreen on those sensitive parts that don’t usually see the light of day. Sunburned areolas are no fun.  

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Breastimonial: Being on Nipple Patrol is Hard Work

The other day I was at a friend's birthday party in a popular nightclub. The birthday girl came running up to me wearing a very sexy red dress with a neckline that plunged all the way down to her belly button. The kind of dress that makes it impossible to wear a bra. I hugged her and wished her a happy birthday.

““Oh my God! You look gorgeous. How are your tits staying inside that dress?” I asked.”

She laughed. Then did a sexy bent forward pose for me. Arms squeezing her perky little breasts together until it seemed like they were going to burst out…but no. Her nipples remained perfectly concealed.  A feat that can only be accomplished with smaller cup sizes. Those of us with naturally large breasts could never get away with wearing a dress like that. No bra, no way. 

““Tape baby. My boobs are tapped to the inside of the dress.” She said, “But seriously, I need you to be on nipple patrol tonight. If at any point you see a nipple slip out, you have to tell me right away. Promise?””

I immediately got very nervous. This was a serious responsibility and I knew the birthday girl was going to be drinking heavily and dancing hard all night. I was going to have to spend the entire party with my eyes glued to her boobs.  A tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it. 

““Ok.” I said. “You can count on me. No nip slips on my watch girl.””

Later on, I was at a table with another girlfriend and two other people I’d just met. She was wearing a beautiful purple dress with another plunging neckline, though not nearly as low as the birthday girl’s. This friend happens to have amazingly huge boobs. Bigger than mine and rounder. The kind of breasts that make even straight women want to dive in and start motorboating. 

She started telling us a hilarious story about a camping trip that ended in disaster. While I was listening to her talk I kept one eye on the birthday girl and her precariously perched nipples at all times. Satisfied that her boobs were staying put for the moment, I turned my eyes back to the table.

“Suddenly I was faced with the shocking sight of  a perfectly round and very erect nipple staring me in the face. ”

While my friend had been talking and making wild gestures about being chased by some kind of animal in the woods, her left nipple had come loose and popped out of her purple dress.

I started panicking. Here I was supposed to be on nipple patrol, albeit for a different woman and a nipple had still slipped through my guard. I was frozen in terror unsure of what to do.

“If it had been just the two of us, I’d have had no problem leaning over and telling her to put the mouse back in the house, but there were two other people at the table. ”

A straight guy and a lesbian. I quickly glanced at them to see if they were going to do anything but neither of them gave any indication of making a move. 

The lesbian was sitting back with one arm up on the top of the booth. Her beer perched at her lips with an obvious smile on her face. Clearly enjoying the view. I mean who wouldn’t?

“It was a rare glance at an epic tity. ”

To the straight guy's credit I could see sweat starting to form on his upper lip as he concentrated very hard on looking my friend dead in the eyes and not down at her bare breast. Meanwhile she continued on with her story completely oblivious.

I had to do something! Finally, after a few agonizing seconds of indecision, I stood up and made some pretense about having something in my eye and walked around the table to her for help. Putting my back between her and the rest of the group. I waited until the others were looking at their phones, probably messaging as many friends as they could about what had just happened, to whisper to her.

““Honey, your boob just slipped out. You gotta put it back in.” ”

To my complete surprise she just laughed and scooped her breast back into her dress and then went on telling the rest of the story like nothing had happened. Not even the least bit embarrassed or concerned. Cool as a cucumber. Which really is the best way to handle that kind of situation I guess. Just brush it off and move on. 

The rest of the night ended without another nipple mishap and as far as the birthday girl was concerned I’d performed my duty admirably. Everyone had a great time, apart from me who left the party sober and exhausted.

“When a boob wants to be free, sometimes there’s just nothing you can do to stop it.”

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Breastimonial: Bartender Confesses Free Boob Rubs

When I was a bartender, I’m not ashamed to admit that I used my voluptuous breasts to earn better tips. A bit of cleavage mixed with hard work and a happy smile was a lucrative combination for me. It would’ve been a waste not to take advantage of the gifts I’d been given.

However there were times when having huge boobs and working in the service industry could be difficult. For instance when you’re carrying plates of food out to a table and you can’t see that your left breast is sitting in someone’s bbq sauce. Or when you lean in to pick up empty glasses and your right boob accidentally knocks over a full beer. The hardest part for me was having to maneuver my massive mounds around people on a crowded dance floor while balancing a tray full of heavy drinks in one hand.

I eventually learned to start using my free hand  to gently pinch someone’s waist which instantly got them moving. For those times when both hands were full or the person just wasn’t taking the hint I’d be forced to rub my boobs along their back, or side as I squeezed past them. Girls would always jump and move out of the way at the first hint of a breast on their back but men were different. Most men instinctively leaned into my boobs like needy cats as I grazed my chest across them. They always acted like they didn’t notice but we both knew what was going on. 

The worst was at crowded tables when I’d have to reach across everyone to hand the person at the end their drink or food. Most men were polite enough to lean out of the way so that I could move in without touching them but there was always one guy who played dumb and just sat there acting like he was too busy talking to notice the fact that my F cup breast was pushing into the back of his head. My coworkers would laugh and say I should start charging extra for the boob rubs, but I always got my revenge in the end. With a drink accidentally spilt in their lap or a whiskey coke that was all coke with just a drop of whiskey poured down the straw. 

Once in a while there would be a man that was so good looking or so nice I would go out of my way to graze my hardened nipples across his arm or shoulder. Our eyes would meet and I would say “pardon me sir” and then smile and walk away. Those free boob rubs were for my pleasure. After all there’s no point having a great rack if you don’t enjoy it!

Breastimonial: Swimsuit shopping with BIG Boobs

I love my big breasts but there are a few occasions when I do have small breast envy. Ya that’s a thing. We always want what we don’t have, especially when it’s time to buy a new bikini. Don’t get me wrong, I love the way my boobs look in a bathing suit, especially a classic string bikini which I think is the sexiest thing a woman can wear. Unfortunately while I may love an itsy bitsy teeny weeny string bikini my neck does not. Imagine trying to carry two four pound weights tied to a thin piece of string wrapped around your neck. Doesn’t sound like much fun does it?

Shopping for swimsuits when you’re big breasted is a nightmare. The tops are never the right size or have enough support. Even my beloved triangle tops rarely have enough fabric to actually cradle my boobs properly. I dream of diving into in a pool and not coming out of the water topless. I know that’s the opposite of what you probably dream about. Don’t even get me started on the amount of times I’ve gone surfing and stood up on my board in front of a crowded beach only to realize that my top didn’t stand up with me.

What women really need are swimsuit shops that label their suits by category and sell all pieces separately because while I may have some beautiful curvaceous breasts I have the ass and hips of a twelve year old boy, so I can’t buy tops and bottoms together.

If I owned a bathing suit shop here’s how I would arrange things.

• All tops and bottoms sold separately and tops labeled by bra size. I’ve tried on XXL triangle tops that didn’t even cover my nipples. A bikini label can be very misleading.

• There would be a mix of patterns and solid colors so that mixing and matching different bottoms to different tops can be easy. I’m always looking for a versatile bottom that goes with a lot of different tops, that’s what he said!

• Suits arranged by functionality: Meaning all suits that have more support for those of us who like to play beach volleyball without having a nipple slip out or being in extreme pain every time we jump up for a spike should be put into a sporting category. If they can do it for dog shows they can do it for bathing suits.

• Suits that are barely there for those times when all you want to do is expose as much skin as possible while laying by the pool and sipping margaritas, can be in the tanning section.

• One pieces for those competition swimmers out there who like to feel as sleek as a dolphin while slicing through the water.

• And an all purpose section where suits expose as much skin as possible while still supporting your breasts in a sexy way and preventing nipple exposure (which really for me, would be the holy grail of swimsuits.) Sort of like a luxury swimsuit SUV.

Shopping for bikinis doesn’t have to be a nightmare, it should be fun. If you’re buying a bathing suit it means you must be about to do something involving fun, sun and water. What’s better than that?

What about you? Do you have a story of seeing this happen to you or someone you know? Share in the comments!

Breastimonial: When did my boobs get so big?

Do you remember that growing stage? You know…when your body started to grow and all of a sudden you had boobs! Or do you remember at what age you started wearing a real bra and you left the underwear t-shirts behind? Or maybe you were in middle school when you started wearing a bra?

I don´t.

For me, it was like waking up one morning with the biggest boobies I had ever seen! Still being a girl, but with a woman’s body. The night before I was just a girl without boobs. Then the next morning I saw myself needing a bra. It felt weird, I even felt ashamed. I remembered asking my mom if it was possible to have a breast reduction surgery. At that time, I thought her answer was pretty odd and rude, but now I get it!

My mom said, “When you grow up, you can think about getting a breast reduction.”

Now that I’m grown up, I don’t want my boobs smaller. I’m happy and each day I´m becoming more and more proud for having big boobs.

Victoria Secret says I’m a 34DD but I still find it hard to accept it. When I have to look for bras or swim suits, secretly and quietly I go straight to the D sizes.

Maybe I´m not ashamed to be seen, I guess I’m just used to it by now. With my girlfriends and my family I was always the busty one. They genuinely are surprised when they see my gigantic bras and make jokes about my boob size.

“Ha! Both of my boobs can fit in one of your cups!”

“Oh, wow! My whole face fits in your cup!”

But that´s me! I´m proud of my giant bra cups and my big, beautiful boobs. Always walking with breasts out first!

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Breastimonial: Can I see your necklace? (I mean your boobs...)

Growing up with big boobs there was always this question… “Can I see your necklace?” Whether it was the classic scenario of the guy at the bar or the over-confident high school boy saying it. We women all know what that question really means…

The conversation goes something like this…

Guy: Hey, Can I see your necklace? I really like it.

Girl: Uh, thanks?

Guy is smiling. Girls walk away rolling her eyes and getting the creepy perv feeling.

Yes, I like wearing necklaces but don’t comment on my necklace. We all know you’re really thinking about something else and it doesn’t have to be said out loud.

And for the love of god…unless it’s your own girlfriend, never touch the necklace or “accidentally” touch a girl’s breast while picking up the necklace to see it up close.

Back in the day, I’d be at school and there was this boy who was very well liked by others but he just gave me the creeps! I would see him and he would always head my way to talk to me. He would start conversation about class or a sporting event, then the inevitable question would be asked. “Can I see your necklace?” The first few times, I wasn’t sure what he was trying to do. Back then, I was a slow learner about sexually charged young boys. He would start to try to put his hand on my necklace, and I would quickly pull my books up to my chest to block any chance of a hand going near my boobs. If it’s not books, we have a coffee mug or glasses of wine, or the crossover scratch on our back and many other tactics to block the view of the necklace. Don’t worry boys, we have them covered.

Just to make sure you know. Keep this “pick up” line to yourself or feel free to practice that line on your own boob pillow. Your pillow won’t get creeped out. I’m sure your pillow would actually love get some jewelry and a little attention from you :)

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Breastimonial: The Peek-a-Boob Button

The Peek-a-Boob button…for women out there who have big boobs, you know exactly what I’m talking about. The boob button appears when you wear a button down shirt and you have big boobs. It’s the button that lays across your boobs and more than likely this button will pop open at least once or twice per day. Or If the button doesn’t lay directly across your boobs then you end up with a gaping hole between the two tightest buttons. A.K.A. The Button-Down Boob Gap, "‘Peek-a-Boob” gap,  gaping in the chest area. Or as one friend described it that thing that looks like a toddler is playing hide-and-seek. 

And what’s worse about the boob button issue is that hardly anyone will dare say something to you about it. I compare the boob button to having food in your teeth. You're having dinner with friends or your out with your boyfriend; you’re all smiles and laughing. Then, you notice one of them has something green stuck between their teeth. What is it? Lettuce? Spinach? Seeds? But it doesn't really matter…the question is, should you mention it?

This is the same question you ask yourself when a woman you might not know very well has the infamous boob gap embarrassing wardrobe malfunction. Should you tell them? What is the correct etiquette? Or just let someone else tell them and pretend you didn’t see it? Is there even a polite way to mention it? Can you even keep your eyes off the boob gap long enough for someone else to tell her? Probably not!

I can vividly remember my first peek-a-boob shirt experience. I was 22 years old, a young professional working for a top consulting firm. I was looking fabulous in my business attire and I was on a conference call with a client along with a handful of male co-workers in the same room. Well I guess at some point my shirt popped open and I had no idea it had happened. But I clearly remember seeing a few co-workers glancing in the direction of my breasts. I had no idea. My boobs were so big that I couldn’t even see all the buttons on my shirt from my downward view. At the end of the call, I went to the bathroom and stepped in front of the mirror…and there was my shirt wide open at my breasts and my black bra was showing through. I was horrified! I quickly adjusted the shirt as much as I could but realized I had worn out the button hole and the button wouldn’t stay. Luckily, I had brought a little button down sweater to the office and wore that the rest of the day. From that day forward, I learned to do the boob shirt test.

The boob shirt test consists of putting on the shirt and then sitting down, standing up, walking around, standing up super straight and tall, waving my hands, making a lot of gestures, and finally reaching for things. I do the test whether I’m trying on a new shirt with buttons or just getting ready for work or a video call. 

So should you tell a woman you don’t know very well that she has an embarrassing peek-a-boob wardrobe malfunction? Yes! Here's why. When later she looks in the mirror or feels something airy between her breasts hours later,  she’ll probably think to herself, "Why the hell didn't someone tell me?"

But how do you tell her?

Some ideas…

• The quick comment. ”Hey! Your shirt.”

• The eye contact. Make the super-solid eye content with her and look at boobs with wide eyes and return to the super-soild eye contact.

• The hand gesture. Make eye contact and then the discrete hand motion to your chest with a gentle point towards her chest.

…then return to the conservation, like nothing is happened.

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Breastimonial: The big question...are those my boobs on the pillow?

Whenever I show a new person The Booby Pillow...there is almost always an awkward moment. The moment when they ask "...are those your boobs on the pillow?" I usually don't answer right away. I just smile and let there be a moment of awkward silence. I allow their face to start to go from a smile to poker straight with a little hesitation building (like "oh shit, why did I ask that question?!") and their weight starts to shift from one leg to the other leg. They might even try to quickly change the conversation.

So why is it so hard to talk about boobs? Even a conversation between women and boobs can be awkward. For example, I have a friend who I have drinks and dinner with all the time and I think she has fake boobs, but I have never asked! I have asked other women who are in the same circle of friends, but no one knows!!

And what is the proper etiquette to talk about someone's boobs? Why is this such a mystery? Well, it is not an easy answer. It depends on the relationship, situation, conversation, and the person’s personality. Are they cool or are they super formal? For a guy, I would tell you to let the girl make the first move. If a woman casually mentions her boobs in conversation, then you can talk about them in the same context. Make a comment about the same subject where she mentioned her boob or even a small joke. Also make sure to acknowledge what she said (so she doesn’t think her boob comment made you uncomfortable). Then, watch her body language. Is she now nervous or uncomfortable? If she seems awkward change the conversation immediately! What not to do? Do not get flustered or start flirting heavily by telling her she has really great breasts or by staring at them (which we all know you want to do…but don’t). And definitely do not start making a sex jokes.

For women, it’s easier. A quick compliment about how fabulous her boobs look in that sports bra or dress will spark conversation. You can even have a conversation about types of bra brands or about how your boobs are bouncing so much during the exercise class.

Another way to start talking about boobs is to show them The Booby Pillow. If they love the product, it means they love boobs! It will totally open up the conversation. They will lay on the pillow, play with the boobs and definitely squeeze them! Then the conservation will more than likely flow into talking about boobs, other peoples’ boobs and their own boobs.

So to answer the original question. Are those my boobs on the pillow? The truth is…that the boobs on the pillow are way too big to be replicas of mine. But I’m definitely the inspiration ;)

Boob Pillow = Conversation Starter

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My First Breastimonial

Hi! This is Karla...and this is my first Breastimonial.

What is a breastimonial? Well, it’s definitely not a word you’ll find in the dictionary. To me it means a story about my experience with my own breasts. A real life testimonial about my boobs. Breastimonials are the true stories of my life and my breasts. The fun, the outrageous, the sexy, and the sometimes awkward moments living with my breasts. Find out what happens when a woman stops being self-conscious and starts getting real...Let the Breastimonials begin!

Why am I writing about this? Well for starters because it’s my breasts that have inspired our fantastic Boob Pillow but also because it’s a part of my life that I think relates to many people - whether man or woman. I think breasts are something that everyone thinks about but few talk about. It’s a topic that you maybe don’t want bring up during a conversation but there they are…it’s the unsaid thing sitting between you and the other person. And if you have big boobs, like I do, or you’re showing cleavage…the other person is definitely trying to look but also trying not look down at your boobs. And I think it’s fascinating to explore all the ins and outs of how I feel, how other women feel about their breasts - and how the experience of their own life and the world around them has been shaped by their lady bumps.

With this series of blog posts, my hope is to change the conversation about boobs. It’s meant to be a way to celebrate beauty of breasts in a fun, respectful and playful way. Maybe we can all learn a few things together along the way.

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