>>4243513Oh man, how much detail are you wanting here? People like to hear about boobs and I don't mind talking about my boobs (my bosom and I are very close, after all). I'll answer questions if you really wanna ask them, but I feel bad for clogging up /d/ - unless it's okay with you /d/enizens of course.
They don't get in the way of much, but that's probably because I'm so used to them! I will admit that IU knock over jars/glasses/cans/etc from tables with them, which is both amusing and annoying. Certain T-shirts shrink in the wash and I have to properly tug them over my chest and hope I don't stretch out and ruin the waist. I have more than once accidentally hit someone in the face with them on a packed, moving train. As for attention, people stare. Men and women. On the bus, the train, on the street, at work, whatever. I used to get really embarrassed by this but now all I do as stare at them in the eye till they realise I know they're looking and they do the flustered "innocent wandering eyes" thing, and look out the window to pretend I didn't see them.
As for the growing part, I'm afraid I don't remember much besides it started youngBra shopping was a hassle, and embarrassing because they'd never stock my size. And because I had huge tits the staff measuring me would see fit to poke at my chest and watch it bounce - apparently this is to check the fit of the bra. (lady, if you want a date just say so...) Even worse was going back to the same woman and having her remark on how I've grown, like she was some doting auntie.
sage because this is just a short essay on having a bosom. Maybe I should just start a blog all about this, wow.