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GUEST POST:: Everything’s Bigger In Texas, Y’all – Part III

EDITOR’S NOTE: I am so pleased to share Beautypendence’s first ever guest post, in three parts. Debbie is a dear, longtime friend who was so generous to share her personal story with you. I hope that you enjoy!

This is the final segment of this story, but if you need to catch up, read Part I and Part II.

Fast forward a few years, I was still a 36G. Well, I hadn’t actually been measured again, and my breasts could have reached “Humongous” on the alphabet, but I was going to make them fit in my existing bras, having spent so much on them. Then, a friend had reduction surgery and had great results. Just her boobs, not the rest of her, took the Texas slogan to heart. So, at the ripe old age of 48, I decided reduction surgery was the right decision for me, too. I went for my consultation. Yes, I had back and neck pain; yes, I had bilateral grand canyons on my shoulders; and yes, with a few pictures (which would never get me a job if I were advertising my “wares” on the internet), I was approved for surgery by my insurance company. Continue reading

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GUEST POST:: Everything’s Bigger In Texas, Y’all – Part II

EDITOR’S NOTE: I am so pleased to share Beautypendence’s first ever guest post, in three parts. Debbie is a dear, longtime friend who was so generous to share her personal story with you. I hope that you enjoy!

If you missed Part I of Debbie’s story, you can read it here.  

Debbie, pre-breast reduction surgery

Debbie with a whole lot to carry around, pre-surgery

As I grew a little older, I was happier with my boobs. I left the confines of home to start training as a nurse at a London Hospital. I had to wear a stupid hat there too, but apparently it didn’t give the same “PLEASE GROPE ME” message. But the catcalls continued. I think English workmen have a fetish about nurses in uniform.

When I entered a wet t-shirt competition during a week-long motorcycle racing event on the Isle of Man, my boobs were much admired. I had fun… and four pictures in Club International. If you’re not familiar with this publication, let’s just say the women are usually lacking more than a wet t-shirt. Also, I learned that the squadron leader for the Red Arrows (the Royal Air Force Display Team) voted for me. I think it was the red trousers I was wearing. Continue reading

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GUEST POST:: Everything’s Bigger In Texas, Y’all – Part I

EDITOR’S NOTE: I am so pleased to share Beautypendence’s first ever guest post, in three parts. Debbie is a dear, longtime friend who was so generous to share her personal story with you. I hope that you enjoy!

How many “mottos” you have heard for Texas? “Don’t mess with Texas”; “Texas: It’s like a Whole Other Country”. There are loads of them; however, the one that resonates with me the most is “Everything’s Bigger in Texas”. Yes, Texas is really big, but that is not why it is so meaningful to me.

I have never been thin. Voluptuous? Yes. Curvaceous? Yes. Shapely… you get the picture. Well, you can look at the picture below. Damn, I used to look good! Yes, it was 30 years ago in Jamaica where I followed my then boyfriend of eight months. He says he left the country to escape me, but I hired Pinkerton Detectives to track him down and dogged his every step since. I think that is a bit harsh, but we have now been together for over 30 years, so he can’t really be trying to escape too hard.

Debbie in a bikini, pre-Texas

Debbie = total hottie

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