cleavage

The only girls I have known to have problems with this actually had HUGE tits. Meaning an E of F cup, and they were both on the petite side so it made it looks even more obvious. They wore shirts that really hid them, and I have NO idea how.
 
I always show cleavage, though not on purpose. I'm not going to suffer through the summer in baggy shirts or high collared shirts because the size of my chest/ amount showing offends someone. I do try to hide them a bit, but it's just not going to happen unless I buy all of my clothes to big.

The gym is the worst for the chest ooglers. I'm there to workout. 95% of the normal A-E cup women are wearing workout tanks... so am I. I'm there for my health, wearing what I want for my comfort... I'm learning not to care about what anyone else thinks.
 
Interesting and funny. I was in southern Africa shopping in an open air place with lots of shirts, shoes and clothing. This b;acl lady tried to sell me a shirt. She wore a low shirt and revealing bra. But most interesting was that she had lots of hair between her breasts. I could not help but stare. Wanted to say something, but did not.
Later I saw her again and got another look at her nice cleavage and the hair between her boobs. I know she saw me staring. I think she liked the attention my eyes gave her.

Wish I could talk to her again. I would mention it.
 
*blink* you just so ignored every woman in the thread, didn't ya?

as an owner of boobehs, admittedly boobehs without hairclub enhancements... don't EVER ask me about my boobs. if our relationship is me selling you a shirt and you asked about my boobehs? i would tear your soul out.

if i am flirting with you, leaning into your personal space to let ya peep me sweetmeats... do not ask me about my boobehs. i will tear your soul out and verbal shit in the cavity formerly containing said soul.

if you missed what i am eluding to... do not ask the woman about her boobehs.
serious. really. for true.
 
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Interesting and funny. I was in southern Africa shopping in an open air place with lots of shirts, shoes and clothing. This b;acl lady tried to sell me a shirt. She wore a low shirt and revealing bra. But most interesting was that she had lots of hair between her breasts. I could not help but stare. Wanted to say something, but did not.
Later I saw her again and got another look at her nice cleavage and the hair between her boobs. I know she saw me staring. I think she liked the attention my eyes gave her.

Wish I could talk to her again. I would mention it.

What on earth would you have said to her?? I mean, what possible comment could you have made to her? What comment could you possibly say that would not be offensive or could be construed as flattering?

This woman was trying to sell you a shirt, so like a lot of women, wore a low cut top to interest the men. She "liked" the attention because she thought you were going to buy a shirt! It didn't necessarily mean that she was inviting comments on her breasts or, god forbid the HAIR between her breasts.

I'm sorry, Mr. GoodDate, but :pat: what the hell? Please take this as educational information. Now go and sin no more! :rolleyes:
 
MRGOODDATE: What can you possibly be thinking? What good do you think could ever come of you being like every other moron overstating the obvious? OMG! Dudes come up to me and tell me I have large breasts and I laugh in their faces! I'm not trying to be mean, but stupidity on that level is hilarious. A co-worker busted me adjusting my camisole one day and murmured to himself, "Holy shit, they look so soft!" It was uttered so quietly that I assumed he believed he'd only thought it. A few weeks later, we bumped into each other hustling about in a tight space. He commented that he liked how soft my breasts are. My response (as his boss) was, "Where do you see this going? Why are you wasting time? Are you trying to add more paperwork to my overloaded day? Mention my body to me one more time; I dare you!"

I am fully aware that I usually have cleavage showing. I gave up worrying about it years ago. Currently, I follow a strict dress code at work. My boss allows me to wear a black camisole under my black button-down blouse. I showed her that I am just as distracting to our male associates in black polo shirts and blue jeans as in tailored blouses, but that I'm more comfortable in blouses and slacks. I can't hide them. They're always there whether some skin is showing or not. They are much bigger than the rest of me at 36F, and pretending they aren't is pointless.
 
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It's impossible for a woman of my 'endowment' to avoid cleavage unless I wear a sweater all the time. I'm not doing that in the summer I can tell you that much. :p
 
And I see I got your attention.
You would have had to be there to understand.
you're not usually an idiot, so I have no idea why you don't understand. We would have had to be there? Hello! we're large-breasted women! We ARE there, in that woman's shoes, every day! You're just a tourist; we live this. You're having this experience from the outside looking in, we are already behind the velvet ropes.
 
"reads Ms. Altered's comment... hears this speech in my head*

Oh you think boobehs are your ally? You merely adopted the boobehs, I was molded by them. I haven't see my feet since I was but a young girl, and by then there was nothing for me but cleavage!

:rofl:
 
Who needs to see our feet when we can see our boobiesssssssssssss *Ms MickeyLee* Loves my boobies over my feet any day of the week... though I kind of love my feet to... then again I can't see them. Wait, maybe that's why they are less loved... poor little feet :(
 
*weeps for each little piggie*

feets need extra love... when was the last ya stubbed ya boobeh on the coffee table?
 
Lol, it's been a while but I did flounder a bit during triceps in body pump today. They were smushed for a wee moment ;)

The piggies... sigh... smacked one so hard this morning I had to sit in the floor on hug it all betters.