Hate/Love. Love

[Busty]

When I develop breasts the same time as the girls in my class, I was ashamed of them. 

When I finally snuck into one of my mother‘s bras, and found that I completely filled the cups, I had my first positive feelings towards my breasts. 

Part of the reason I tried on my mother’s bra, was all the teasing I had gotten, the most popular being told I needed to wear a bra. Everybody was right. It felt so good with my breasts contained in the bra cups. Everything nicely held in place. 

And my mother’s bra looked really good on me. I liked how good I looked with my breasts lifted and shaped.  I wished everybody could see me in a bra. 

I wanted to tell them I listened to them look how good I look in a bra  How good it feels to be wearing red a bra. 

[blad]

Busty, as you have stated in a different thread, there are strong similarities and experiences of us who developed breasts in our teens at the same time the girls in our class did.

Trying a bra on for the first time affirmed that all the constant comments we received in school that we needed a bra were actually right, we did fit a bra. But also, in a very unexpected way, seeing ourselves fit a bra some how gave us a physiological boost to our self respect. We found out that we could look good wearing a bra, that is was appropriate to wear a bra, and that we felt good wearing a bra. I think at that point many of us would accept wearing a bra full time but for the difficult social pressures we would experience as a teen. We were generally not independent enough to yet fulfill that ultimate destiny. 

[Parity]

Very true.  That's why I worked so hard to tone myself when I was in high school and after..  I couldn't take the bulling from school mates and my brother. 
Wearing a bra makes me feel complete now.  I feel that's why I like to wear a variety of colors and styles. I'm free in my mind.  I just wish society would catch up.  There are so many others coming into this yet that need to feel it's okay.

[Busty]

I think at that point many of us would accept wearing a bra full time but for the difficult social pressures we would experience as a teen. We were generally not independent enough to yet fulfill that ultimate destiny.

That very first moment my breasts settled into the cups of my mother’s bra was an epiphany.  I could no longer pretend to myself that my chest was just soft or something like that, and I was embarrassed by it.  On the spot, I admitted to myself that I had developed breasts.  And that they were probably still growing! 

Seeing and feeling my breasts fill my mother’s bra cups, I could not help but compare my breasts, yes, I started then to think of them as my breasts, and they were obviously already as big as my mother’s. 

I did need to wear a bra like everyone said, But more than that, I know wanted to wear a bra. And that’s what I did, but only in stealth.

I knew if I wore a bra to school, the very same people who teased me for needing to wear a bra would now tease me even worse for wearing one. 

I can’t recall if I appreciated the irony, but I sure understood the reality  

[Johndoe1]

I too tried bras in my late teens and the feeling that it was right never left. I am sorry it took me so many years later to finally don a bra and get the support I needed all those years before. 

[Busty]

Parity and Johndoe1,

You both make similar points I can relate to.  The initial feeling of rightness, when first wearing a bra. Then later, the attempt to hide, camouflage, deny our breasts. Then later still, embracing having breasts and once again feeling right in a bra.