Boobie Trap has reminded me that objectification can be fun when you're in control of it (and when you're surrounded by literal objects).

Sep 12, 2014 at 9:00am | 94 comments

home decor
Some people chose themes like 'the ocean' as their inspiration. Other people choose 'testicles.'
The treatment involves a lymph massage that promises to help your chest perk up closer to the phenomenal heights of your 13-year-old self with every visit. It’s like Kegels for your chest.
all-girls schools
Or are all my friends just enormous weirdos?
Lest we kid ourselves into thinking that major surgery is a bed of roses on a sea of clouds, allow me to tell you about some of the decidedly less pleasant events of my life since surgery.
video games
C’mon everyone, one woman likes this game and can see beyond the problematic representation of these characters. Why can’t we ignore those aspects and enjoy the complexities the game has to offer?

Mar 7, 2014 at 5:00pm | 138 comments

breast reduction
Seriously, if you work with me, you can skip this post. It's about underwear and, well, you know. Awkward.
how not to be a dick
Do not shame me or tell me to stop complaining because I am lucky/endowed/gifted/anything along those lines. I get it.
I’ve had my nipple piercing for almost two years now and I am hankering for a change. The world of nipple rings is expanding as we speak and I want to try them all.
breast cancer
Could you spot them in a crowd?

Jun 27, 2013 at 1:30pm | 100 comments

As shocking as it may sound, it is possible to convey that a character is interested in sex and relationships without physically stripping her naked for us to look at. It happens with dudes all the time.
breast cancer
For now, all I can do is hang my hopes on the slim percentage that I won’t get breast cancer, knowing that if a tumor develops, it’s not like I can afford to treat that either.
She may condition little girls to question their measurements, but I was more concerned with not having nipple-less breasts like hers.
girls gone wild
I was 18, it was Mardi Gras, and I'd never heard of Joe Francis, a man with the moral constitution of a bowel movement.
I have been sized by so many salespeople that I feel I may never trust again.

May 3, 2013 at 11:00am | 248 comments

big boobs
My boobs were never welcomed in any workplace in corporate America.
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I had this idea that most bodies, no matter how curvy, are flat and perfect underneath clothing, when really it was an illusion my mind created to make me believe my body was uniquely disfigured.
At first I noticed little things -- my cup size B Victoria’s Secret bra looked a bit obscene, my button-down shirts kept popping open at the chest. Then my nipples stretched and expanded until they looked like enormous pink flying saucers.
Just as India Jewel-Jackson lavishes her ass with TLC, my boobs demand luxury treatment.

Aug 29, 2012 at 10:00am | 61 comments

While my right breast had developed into a full, rounded, cleavable C cup, my left breast had grown into a pert little teardrop-shaped mound, sitting inches higher than her partner.