Growing up with out breasts from a now fullbusted woman
There are so many posts about growing up with large breasts. I’m sure there are just as many about growing up with small breasts. I wanted to share my experiences growing up with no breasts (literally complete absences of breast tissue) because I chose a different path. Many small busted women love and accept their shape, especially now that more companies are branching into smaller busted bras. I did not love my small breasts, nor did I ever really come to accept them. I elected surgical enhancement and as a result I am now in the full bust category. So I want to share my thoughts and experiences growing up with no breasts.
I have always been a small person. I am about 5’2″ tall if I really stretch it. I finished high school at a whopping 94lbs (about 110lbs now). I wear a size 5 shoe. My pants are usually a 0, sometimes a 00 is the store sizes large. I had super thin hips until the age of 22 when they blossomed to 34-35 inches. Now my waist usually measures at around 25 inches, in high school it was much smaller.
Now you can imaging being a little wisp of a person in high school, I dealt with some very rude comments. On a normal basis I was called bulimic or anorexic, while I ate pizza! And those were the nice terms, some where much worse. I experienced rude comments about my body in general, being called a little boy, straight as a board, a plank, bony butt, and many other worse comments. You can bet that I have done my best to block out these memories as completely as possible.
Now on to the boobs. When I was a teenager there were very limited options for bras in small bands and cups. There was no add two cupsize bra from VS. As many of you know, small cup bras are designed and sized differently. A woman with a 28 inch ribcage would normally wear a 32 band because the bands are cut smaller in a cupsize below a D. So with my 26 inch ribcage I may have been able to wear a 28, but definitely a 30. In my town, smallville New Mexico, there was one option for out of the normal bras, Dillards. My mom did the best she could, but it is hard for a naturally busty mom to help a tiny teenager. I ended up with two bras in a 32AA, the smallest size they had, one white and one beige. I immediately began wearing them on the tightest hooks. I should have been in a 28B or even a 30A. They were itchy and scratchy, I hated them.
Through highschool the comments about my breasts were worse than those about my petite body. I swear the term itty bitty titty committee makes me want to punch someone. The saying, “more than a handful/mouthful is a waste” was totally wasted on me because I did not even have that. And you better believe that was pointed out to me. The most humiliating high school experience was on a freezing winter day when I had to run between two buildings. It was a quick trip, so I went with out a jacket. A male “friend” saw me and made a comment of how I really did need to wear a bra, and it must be freezing outside. Then he thought to tell me that bras come with padding now, and maybe I should invest in some. Sorry, but nipples happen with cold. I don’t need to be told that.
Eventually I did invest in some padded bras. I found that the bras in the teen section of Kohls were tighter in the band so a 32 was wearable. A 32A was too large in the cup, but I bought them anyway to make me feel like I actually had something of a chest. Sometimes I got lucky and the cups were super padded, which meant the actual cup was smaller than the listed size. Sometimes those would actually fit in the cup. The picture below is in a padded 32A bra, unfilled in the cup. I was 5’2″ and 107lbs, age 23, fresh out of Air Force Basic Training.
Most think that there is no physical pain associated with small breasts. But the reality is that there is. A badly fitted bra hurts a small bust too. I would sigh from relief after taking off my badly fitted 32A bra with double padding. Now in a properly fitted full bust bra, I don’t have this same feeling. I may not have ever had back pain from heavy breasts, but I did suffer from digging wires, sliding straps, riding backs, etc. My poor small boobs were stuffed into a badly fitted bras with cups not shaped for my petite body. All this time I suffered the emotional discomfort from other things. For example, buying a prom dress in the smallest size possible, only to have to take in the chest and wear stick on pads in order to come close to getting a fit. Or being unwilling to go out in a bikini or tank top because they make a lack of breast more apparent. The fear of showing my sternum while showing my lack of breasts.
I am a more introverted person, I kept to myself and had less of a need for social interaction. Or so I thought. My lack of “need” for social interaction was more of defense response to some horrible things that were said. Comments about having no boobs caused me to withdrawal more into myself then I ever would have, both as a teen and as an adult. It took years of soul-searching to find my true self, to pull myself out of this withdrawal from people. It was after these years that I decided to have a breast augmentation. You can read parts of that here. There is more to come on that eventually, especially if there is interest in reading my story. It was a gradual process, one that will take a more than one post to share. I have experienced many changes over the past few years, and I am more than willing to share with anyone who may be interested.