Apparently, her mother’s jaw had literally dropped and she had to tell her mom to shut her mouth.

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Last week, I started wearing a bra I’ve never worn before.

Jennifer Miller | Allure Last October, I stood on a tailor's block at a fancy New York City bridal boutique for my third, and supposedly final, dress fitting.

In male-centered cultures, women are always responsible for men's emotions. His apology was his way of telling me he didn’t like my tits. I’m walking quickly which makes my tits bounce like mad. And then as I turn the corner I realize the garbage truck is much farther down the street than I realized and I’m walking even faster which makes my tits bounce even more. I notice the cut of the robe and how the material clings to my body.

I look down and see my nipples not so subtly poking through my robe and I become self-conscious. But this makes it look like I am actually trying to cover up my tits. And the cycle begins, cover tits, adjust robe, cover tits, adjust robe and I look ridiculous. My hair is a mess, haven’t washed in days and I look tired because I am but I look sexy.

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My mom, a large chested woman herself, took my development in stride.

First there were no boobs and then the boobs were legion. I was self-conscious of the jugs that had sprung forth seemingly overnight, bent on ravaging my nine year old frame.

I saw myself as a mess; late with my garbage bin, hair a mess, breasts flopping about. She told me a story of how she and her mother were walking down the street in the UK when they encountered something seldom seen in the US outside of the Pacific Northwest and hippie communes – a braless woman.