Today’s guest blogger is Sheena from the wonderful style blog, Clandestine Chic. Her story is one that is particularly close to The Demoiselles, as Jennifer Nicole and Elle are both well-endowed – and have been since their youth. Sheena’s confidence and loyalty to herself are extremely inspiring. If you’d like to tell Sheena how her story affected you, or just want to share your thoughts, please send all contact to guestblogger@thedemoiselles.com.

“You should flaunt it more often.”

“You should be thankful that you have such a great gift.  So many people pay money for them and you are naturally endowed with them.”

These are the comments I often heard from friends and family when I would complain about the difficulty of having a large chest.  Not just large, but pretty darn huge.  One of the first girls to wear a bra in elementary school, I instantly gained more popularity amongst my female peers.   Very few of us were wearing bras in 5th grade and the growth spurt that I was going through with my chest was… hard to miss.  This also led to unwanted attention for the boys in my class and much older, creepy men on the street.

So as my chest grew larger, I began to hide it more.  No low-cut T shirts or anything that revealed cleavage.  I wasn’t wearing turtlenecks all the time, but I definitely wasn’t wearing tube tops like the other girls at our high school football games.  I was labeled a “prude” from others for not focusing on my assets, but it didn’t bother me one bit.  “They just don’t know what it’s like”, I thought.

Most of them could go into Victoria’s Secret and buy a matching bra and panties.  Or they could find an inexpensive bra with plenty of support whereas I always had to pay more for my bras and they were nowhere near as pretty.

Or wearing button downs that would look perfectly fine until you looked at the chest area where there were big gaps between the buttons.

And blazers.  Blazers were the worst since I loved wearing them, or at least trying to anyway.   The blazers I bought weren’t the cool and nicely cut blazers other girls were wearing.  Mine were noticeably large for the rest of my upper half and pretty dowdy.   There was nothing “casual” about them, and only worn for job interviews.

Now, at 25, things have changed slowly, but surely.  I’ve come to embrace the size of my chest.  My last fitting had me at a size 38DDD or E.  I didn’t freak out or ask if it was a mistake.

Now, my most important priority is making sure I find a bra that is supportive and  fits well.  Figleaves and Intimacy have been lifesavers for finding nice, supportive and visually appealing bras.  I invest in a tailor to help my clothing fit better in the chest area and make adjustments.  I don’t worry about what others are wearing and I just wear what looks best on me and for my body.

I won’t lie, sometimes I do catch myself covering my chest with my arm in a picture or double-checking to make sure a top isn’t revealing too much.   But I do find cute tops that accentuate my chest.

And I no longer cringe when someone tells me I should embrace my large chest.

Sheena is a twenty-five-year old living and working in Chicago, IL.  She writes about fashion, beauty and mindless commentary on her blog at ClandestineChic.com.    When she’s not busy trying to figure out her next steps in life,  she loves listening to music, going on spontaneous cupcake crawls and desperately learning how to become a foodie.

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