I've got large breasts.

There…I said it. Well, it's not like I can hide them; they are right out there. But before you look down and curse your less-than-mountainous endowments, let's get one thing straight. I'm not one of those women who have really large boobs and a tiny waist, butt and hips. I've got it all in fairly ample proportions--proportionate, but ample. I am not top-heavy and I do not resemble an orange on a toothpick.

I can't remember exactly when my breasts got so large, but I do remember the trauma that came when I moved from a C cup to a D cup. It may have happened between my junior and senior year in college. I'm pretty sure it happened earlier, but I fought it for at least six months. Only recently did I feel the trauma again when that bimbo Vicky told me I needed a double D in her newest $10 million bra. I was downright pissed off. I left $50 later with only a single (amazingly comfortable) bra and a pair of underwear.

Sure there are some things I don't do: go bra-less, run, do headstands. But do I miss those things? Nope, not one bit. In fact, I don't think I ever really did those things. Can I do some things that I couldn't if I had small breast? Nope, I don't think so. Okay, maybe I can fill out a sweater, but that's about it.

All in all, I think my breasts are great. I don't want them smaller and it would be frightening if they were bigger. I like them just the way they are. And after all, they are just breasts.

All Personal Breast photos by Robyn Eden.