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.
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.
A lot has changed since those awkward years. Including my breast size. My bra size has gone UP and down, but never small enough to put me out of the big bust category.
It wasn't just my breast that changed, it was my mind and my emotions too.
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 and finally to a beautiful confidence. I love my body and my shape!
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,