Coming the terms with oneself

[Busty]

The one I heard most was, you need to wear a bra

It may sound cynical, but all of us meanwhile know that they were right.

This is so true. It was all the comments in school that I needed bra that created the curiosity to try one as a teen. I was actually thankful to have tried a bra when I discovered how well it fit. Some how discovering how well I fit a bra began a process of accepting and even liking my breasts. The only further barrier was the social issues of wearing a bra full time that I knew I needed.

I can relate to those feelings. I was ashamed of my breasts back then and embarrassed every time I was told I needed to wear a bra.  However, after hearing so many times that I needed to wear a bra, I naturally became curious about wearing one 

As you might have expected, I eventually snuck into one of my mother’s bras. I was surprised by how well my breasts filled the bra cups, But I guess I shouldn’t have, because I had been told for so long that I belonged in a bra.

The support felt so good. Everything nicely held in place. No more jiggling. No more movement to draw unwanted attention to my breasts.

When I looked in the mirror, I was amazed by how good a bra looked on me. I felt put together with my breasts nicely shaped and lifted.  And loved the polished look of my nipples no longer showing.

I looked and felt good in a bra. Even though all those kids had been teasing me about needing to wear a bra, I realized they were right. In a way, I was grateful to them because I’m not sure I would otherwise have tried on a bra.

For the first time, I felt good about my breasts. I could fill the cups of a bra. I looked good in a bra. I felt good in a bra. I needed to wear a bra. I belonged in a bra.

I wanted to show all the kids me wearing a bra. I wanted to thank them for saying I needed to wear a bra. I wanted them to be able to admire me in my bra and say how glad they were that I was now wearing a bra. Of course, that was not possible.

[blad]

Busty, you sum it up very well. Confusing times developing boobs as a teen and dealing with all the embarrassment and comments, only to discover that those comments are right and you do need and fit a bra. Not only that, but to discover that you prefer to wear a bra and realize you actually feel better about yourself wearing one. You find yourself wishing you could go to school wearing a bra and enjoy the benefits of the support and containment and thus acknowledge to everyone that you realize they were right about needing a bra. You wish you could blend in as just a boy who has breasts and wears a bra for the support just as a girl would.

But instead, even though you come to realize that you should wear a bra, you head off to school braless with the subtle constant reminder of unsupported breasts. The irony of accepting your breasts and the need of a bra for best comfort but not to feel you can wear one. 

At least with age I could wear what I felt best in; a bra. 

[Busty]

Busty, you sum it up very well. Confusing times developing boobs as a teen and dealing with all the embarrassment and comments, only to discover that those comments are right and you do need and fit a bra. Not only that, but to discover that you prefer to wear a bra and realize you actually feel better about yourself wearing one. You find yourself wishing you could go to school wearing a bra and enjoy the benefits of the support and containment and thus acknowledge to everyone that you realize they were right about needing a bra. You wish you could blend in as just a boy who has breasts and wears a bra for the support just as a girl would.

But instead, even though you come to realize that you should wear a bra, you head off to school braless with the subtle constant reminder of unsupported breasts. The irony of accepting your breasts and the need of a bra for best comfort but not to feel you can wear one.

At least with age I could wear what I felt best in; a bra.

Exactly. Still constantly jiggling away and nipping out. Still always being told I needed to wear a bra. But now, wanting, and still afraid, to reply, I know, and I feel and look so much better in a bra, thank you for suggesting it. 

[gyneco_jason]

Busty, you sum it up very well. Confusing times developing boobs as a teen and dealing with all the embarrassment and comments, only to discover that those comments are right and you do need and fit a bra. Not only that, but to discover that you prefer to wear a bra and realize you actually feel better about yourself wearing one. You find yourself wishing you could go to school wearing a bra and enjoy the benefits of the support and containment and thus acknowledge to everyone that you realize they were right about needing a bra. You wish you could blend in as just a boy who has breasts and wears a bra for the support just as a girl would.

But instead, even though you come to realize that you should wear a bra, you head off to school braless with the subtle constant reminder of unsupported breasts. The irony of accepting your breasts and the need of a bra for best comfort but not to feel you can wear one.

At least with age I could wear what I felt best in; a bra.

This describes me growing up, for sure. At first I absolutely hated the idea of wearing a bra, just because of the other guys in gym class constantly teasing me about needing one. I actually tried exercising my chest with weightlifting, etc., but that only seemed to make it worse by giving me big bulky chest muscles. I started trying bras around age 30 but was embarrassed at first, plus I didn't know how to find the right fit. Now I usually wear a bra at least 5 days a week. Still getting used to it mentally and emotionally. But the support people offer on this forum is definitely helpful 🙂

[oldguy]

This describes me growing up, for sure. At first I absolutely hated the idea of wearing a bra, just because of the other guys in gym class constantly teasing me about needing one. I actually tried exercising my chest with weightlifting, etc., but that only seemed to make it worse by giving me big bulky chest muscles. I started trying bras around age 30 but was embarrassed at first, plus I didn't know how to find the right fit. Now I usually wear a bra at least 5 days a week. Still getting used to it mentally and emotionally. But the support people offer on this forum is definitely helpful 🙂

Once I was diagnosed, at 61, I tried weightlifting also.  Ended up with a Bilateral tendonitis on my right shoulder from using a butterfly machine.  It required surgery which was successful, but is still painful.  Gave that up.  Still do hand weights to keep my arms reasonably strong.  Get in 3 mile walks almost everyday.  During the warm months, I wear a spaghetti strap exercise bra which looks like I have pecs. They have little pad inserts which hide the nipples under t-shirts.  So it looks like have a big chest with skinny arms.  At a gym a discerning eye might catch it, but not out on my walks.  It's winter now, so I am wearing a normal, without wires, bra.  Nice to let them breathe.  At a "C" cup, i do have cleavage.  So I wear a t-shirt under my heavier shirts and pullovers.  Every layer helps.

[Parity]

With age came a more, it is what it is attitude.  I can wear a nice underwire which gives me amazing shape, support and comfort.  I can and do like the Duluth tank with build in shelf bra.  Easy to step into and get okay shaping with comfort.  layering in the cooler weather does allow me to feel I'm not so much displaying what I have which in many settings makes me feel as though no one is looking with wonder.  I'm me and I'm okay with that but want to avoid the awkward looks and comments.  There is a time and place for everything.

[gyneco_jason]

This describes me growing up, for sure. At first I absolutely hated the idea of wearing a bra, just because of the other guys in gym class constantly teasing me about needing one. I actually tried exercising my chest with weightlifting, etc., but that only seemed to make it worse by giving me big bulky chest muscles. I started trying bras around age 30 but was embarrassed at first, plus I didn't know how to find the right fit. Now I usually wear a bra at least 5 days a week. Still getting used to it mentally and emotionally. But the support people offer on this forum is definitely helpful 🙂

Once I was diagnosed, at 61, I tried weightlifting also.  Ended up with a Bilateral tendonitis on my right shoulder from using a butterfly machine.  It required surgery which was successful, but is still painful.  Gave that up.  Still do hand weights to keep my arms reasonably strong.  Get in 3 mile walks almost everyday.  During the warm months, I wear a spaghetti strap exercise bra which looks like I have pecs. They have little pad inserts which hide the nipples under t-shirts.  So it looks like have a big chest with skinny arms.  At a gym a discerning eye might catch it, but not out on my walks.  It's winter now, so I am wearing a normal, without wires, bra.  Nice to let them breathe.  At a "C" cup, i do have cleavage.  So I wear a t-shirt under my heavier shirts and pullovers.  Every layer helps.

I got into trouble with benchpressing, making my chest even more top-heavy. I walk every day too which helps keep me trim, but I still have the huge chest bouncing around. I am a C-cup as well.