I am the Woman Behind the Words
"I have a face you know"
Contrary to popular belief, women with large breasts are intelligent, funny, well-rounded individuals. (No pun intended).
My name is Rachel, I am the woman behind the words of bigbustsupport and this is my story.
I got my first bra in the fifth grade.
I needed one in fourth, but was too busy playing tackle football and dreaming big dreams of being the first woman to play in the NFL to care much about training bras.
Bill Cosby summed up my feelings perfectly.
When the child is twelve, your wife buys her a splendidly silly article of clothing called a training bra. To train what? I never had a training jock. And believe me, when I played football, I could have used a training jock more than any twelve-year-old needs a training bra.
I guess my training bra excelled at it's job because my small, start-up bosoms quickly grew into big, corporate giants just in time for middle school, a few years later I was the "Google" of High School (minus the 'G'). And trust me that's hard on a teenage girl's self esteem.
I'll spare you the details of the next 6 years, only to say that I spent a lot of time carrying my books in front, making my own prom dresses, and being very suspicious of boys.
If there would have been a category in the Senior Yearbook for Biggest Chest, I would have won hands down, but there wasn't, so I took home the coveted title of 'Most Responsible'. Yeah I was a dork.
Thankfully, we're not stuck in high school forever and it's true that most dorks grow out of their dorkiness. (or some of it in my case).
A lot has changed since those awkward years. No, not those. They're still the same size.
It was my mind, and emotions that grew. It's hard to pin-point one thing that brought the much needed personal growth. Life experiences, the love of a wonderful man (and yes he LOVES my figure), the miracle of motherhood, and time are likely explanations.
Most likely it was a combination of them all. Regardless of what it was, I'm grateful for the shift from major insecurities to a fragile self acceptance.
After I convinced myself that my figure didn't define who I was, I realized that I might as well make the best of my bust situation. There had to be a way to make life easier and I could see I wasn't the only one in this predicament.
Hence, bigbustsupport.com was born. This site is my therapy, my hobby, and my sense of being involved in something bigger than myself (and that's pretty big ;).
If I can help other women like me, then all this hard work will have been worth it.
Please stay long, learn much, and visit often.
Your supportive sister,