The life of a big breasted girl is full of dramas whether in or outside of lingerie. There is always a love triangle between you, boobs and what underwear to put on – if any at all. This dynamic, though sometimes fraught, is one I love. From putting on a sexy basque, to simply dragging over a comfy tee, that choice is pure freedom to me.
Like all experiences of freedom they are often accompanied by great stories. Hopefully I share some with you, as I practice bra construction, and never ending lingerie shopping experiences.
- End-of-Year ReviewThe energy to create is always around me. From a child who wrote and coloured in the pages of my poems, to the frantic adulter who races through life from one task on the to-do list to the next. However, the flurry of ideas leads to decision fatigue, and inevitably procrastination sets in.
- What if I saw women who looked like me growing up?In the early 2000s, you would be lucky to see a fuller lip in an advert, let alone a fuller bust or body. I felt so outside the sphere of beauty. There was no schema for a young black girl in London with big thighs and bigger boobs. The biggest store in my school was Tammy Girl, and I remember harassing my mum to take me there to get a pair of jeans. I was so excited!
- Just Do It!There is a part of me that just checks out. Completely zones into this transcendental space. Free from time, commitments and obligations. For a second, everything stops, and numbness takes over. I used to fall into these moments like a comfort blanket – ready, warm and cosy. These moments would precipitate anxiety about my appearance and internal jitters when readying the war paint for social functions.
Quintessential Posts
My boobs and me
It’s just the beginning of my journey, but boy have learnt a lot about loving me and my body. Here’s a little about that, and more about my boobs.
Hang or Hammock?
January 2021
WFH and how it affects your desire to let your boobs hang (braless), or yearn for the structure of a hammôck (in bra).
Hammôck 