Basically, #storyofmylife [updated]

Especially built-in bras and anything that has to cross my body (including seat belts, ugh). I can proudly say that I've never turned down a motorboating proposition, though ;)


[Update]


So the original picture I uploaded was from the metapicture, but evidently the metapicture doesn't give the actual artist any credit, and it turns out she has a whole website full of awesome comics about the never-talked-about struggles of being a busty woman. So I'm going to make my own photoset with links to her site! This has the added bonus of being things that I actually personally identify with, so y'all can know my struggle.

All images below are by Rampaige. Check BustyGirlComics out here:  

This one takes the mothafuckin cake. Finding an appropriate work wardrobe becomes increasingly difficult when things that button up make you legitimately afraid.

Oh my god I hate seatbelts. Especially in the back seat, because they're not really made for adult-sized people to begin with.

My boobs have become a meme at my eating club.

In this fun with my friends, constant attention to their size is welcome and enjoyable. In every other context, in which I am not an active participant, I'ma need people to stfd and stfu.

Reblogged from Choosing Pancakes

I HEART THE INTERNET

IT GIVES ME THINGS LIKE THIS:

http://boobsdontworkthatway.tumblr.com/

It may be full of idiots spreading ignorance, sure, but there are revolutionaries radiating righteousness from some corners. Like whoever runs this blog. He/She (probably she) deserves hugs and chocolate.

Summer is here! (I'm backkkk)

I did something totally and completely unheard of yesterday. Something I haven't done since the early days of high school sometime, when going to the beach/pool was a once-or-twice-a-summer occurrence and didn't really warrant any worrying or forethought. Something that even then, was only really done in front of my family, who wouldn't judge me too hard. 

I, Maya Reid, of sound mind and body, wore a two-piece bathing suit. And I'm not talking about a tankini or a little skirted thing--full on bright blue bikini. PUBLICLY. To the beach. In front of people I haven't seen in years and people I'm very close to. And total strangers I'll never see again. And besides being worried that every single wave was going to result in my boobs popping out of that halter top--(d-cup bikinis from dELIA*s are totally not designed for anyone with actual d-cups. Fyi. Anyone know where a busty woman can get a bikini that won't try to flash everyone as soon as it gets wet?), I wasn't nervous or embarrassed. I had brought along my old skirted one-piece in case I felt uncomfortable, but I never even thought about changing into it! And yeah, maybe the other girls who were with me in bikinis were skinny little athletic bitches, but it didn't matter. Because I felt comfortable in my own skin. And it has been a long time since I've been able to say that and really mean it.


I think the single most valuable thing that I've gained this semester/year/a little bit every day is confidence. It's the thing I remember lacking most severely in high school and one of the biggest changes I can see in myself over the last year or two. Emotionally, intellectually, physically...I'm not scared anymore. So what if I cry at everything and get emotionally attached ridiculously quickly? So what if my ideas don't match yours--the world would be boring if no one ever argued or played devil's advocate. So what if I'm not a size two and my hip bones don't protrude from my body like all the bikini models? All that stuff isn't me. I'm me. And I'm happy being me. I love me. And somebody else loves me. There's something about being loved like that that makes me feel beautiful in a way that can't be messed up by a lack of makeup or bed-head or an overabundance of curves--he's helped me bridge the gap between feeling like beauty is something I do and realizing that beauty is something I am. So if I had any haters yesterday, fuck y'all. I'm beautiful. 

Dear Bra Companies,

I don't mind you calling bras in my size "Curvy Fit" or "Full-Figure", because I have lots of curves and I am full-figured, and I embrace both of these things. EMBRACE being the keyword there. EMBRACE. Synonyms: love, cherish, accept, welcome, approve. This may be hard for you to understand, I guess, but I like my body. So I want to ask you to change the marketing strategy for the bras you sell in my size. Just because I'm a D cup does not mean I want my bra to MINIMIZE my boobs by up to 1.5 inches. It doesn't mean they're sagging and I need my bra to DEFY GRAVITY. If you must know, the girls are quite perky all on their own; all they're looking for is support that's comfortable enough to get me through the day. I must applaud you for accomplishing that, but still, you disappoint me >.<

Think about it,

Maya and the girls