Well, my long weekend ended at midnight last night, which was the departure time our surprise weekend guest thought best for avoiding traffic. We thought she would stay one night when she arrived on Saturday, but then she spent Sunday night with us as well, so we thought her plan would be to leave on Monday. However, on Monday we learned that her son had no school Tuesday. So the afternoon that I thought I would spend blogging was spent entertaining instead. We love our weekend guest with all our hearts, but I am SO HAPPY to be back to work today.

When it comes to blogging, however, my current 32FF bra size is causing me a bit of an identity crisis. I feel like I have it so easy now! More clothes fit me off the rack than they did as a 36H. I’m also not spending a lot of time shopping–I have that capsule wardrobe I told you about, and my clothing budget is miniscule–so I don’t encounter D+ retail challenges on a regular basis. It’s also because I’m tapped into a network of women with far larger breasts than mine who have figured out how to make their wardrobes work for them. In my head, I know there’s still so much to explore and write about being big-busted, but I’m just not feeling it in my chest–er, heart!–right now.

Then I got a phone call Sunday night from a woman I met in October. She and I have a lot in common, but the last thing I ever thought we had in common was our busts. When I told her about Campbell & Kate last fall, I assumed she couldn’t relate, so I wondered on Sunday why she kept asking me about my company. Finally, she mentioned almost as an aside that everyone always feels the need to tell her how big her breasts are.

Was I hearing her right? When I’d met her, I’d done my quick surreptitious boob check and assumed she wore a C cup. Now she was telling me that any time she dons a swimsuit, her friends tell her, “I had no idea you were so huge!” She also told me that, as an adopted child in a family of ten kids, she was the only girl in her family not to turn out small-chested. Her adoptive mother always made her feel bad about her breasts, so my new acquaintance wears her baggiest clothes and hides all cleavage whenever she goes to visit her.

Of course I had to ask her bra size.


And her pant size?

12 or 14.

I’m thinking there’s no way she’s a 38DD. How about you?

I hope to explore this subject more with her as I get to know her better. We may even get together for coffee this weekend (instead of my idea to meet at a lingerie store for a bra fitting–another sign that I’m de-sensitized about big boobs. It doesn’t seem strange to me to suggest to a stranger that we meet for a bra fitting!). I think it will be extremely informative to explore the challenges of having a D+ chest with a woman who has never even heard of Pepperberry.

I know I can help her. That’s the point of Hourglassy. And thinking about how to help women like her is one antidote against my current identity crisis. But I’m also curious: how can we help those of you who are well beyond this woman’s beginner stage when it comes to big bust knowledge?