What would you rather be?

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Pregnancy did nothing for my size. I got bigger (up to a full B) during the pregnancies, but I actually got smaller after my second son was born.

I admit I have been shocked to see bra sizes up to G-H in some catalogs and the array of sports bras that look like devices of torture. This definitely makes me happy with the way I am. Many years ago I had an assistant who had had a reduction before I met her; her description of the pain and annoyances she had was mind boggling. But, the thing is, she still looked huge to me, and this was after the surgery. I just never had known anyone who was this size, and I still really don't.
I remember my mom, who was always an A, went up to a C before she died, as she gained weight from medication; she said she hated it. That probably doesn't sound big to some people, but in my family, it's huge .

My dad's mom had HUGE boobs...and she was a short, overweight woman, so she looked spherical (at 5'3.5" and 150ish#s I am the tallest, thinnest adult woman on my dad's side of the family in recent generations). I was a D pre-kid, bloated up to that H-I, then after weaning was still a DDD. Lost weight and was still a DDD. That's when I made the appt. with the plastic surgeon. Insurance paid for my surgery, since it was reconstructive, not cosmetic. My co-pay was $1000...best grand I ever spent! I think the entire operation was in the neighborhood of $10k, and this was outpatient. I actually could have stayed overnight, but in an outpatient ward with bright lights and people coming and going. I opted to go home after dinner. It was worth the hour drive in the car to be home in my bed.

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At 4'10 and about 95 pounds soaking wet when I was in high school, I had HUGE boobs. And I mean huge. I have no idea the size (I don't think I ever wanted to know) but think Dolly Parton. I spent Grades 10-13 hiding them by wearing an extremely tight T-shirt which would pull them flat against my chest, and then my regular flouncy top on top. I NEVER wore anything that was fitted. In December 1979, I had a breast reduction. When the very idea of one was presented to me, I never considered not having one. I have never for a second regretted the reduction, and actually looked forward to the surgery. High school was awful in that respect; leering, comments, no one looking me in the eyes. It definitely shaped - no pun intended- my sense of humour. I am now a well-proportioned 50-year-old woman (a recent professional bra fitting put me as a 32D in fancy bras. Your garden-variety bras I'm a 32 B -but they don't really fit my shape of breast, thanks to the surgery) who has finally accepted that it's OK to wear fitted clothing. I cannot for the life of me understand why someone would want to cosmetically enlarge their breasts. I can understand for women who have had mastectomies, however.