|Went down from a 40E (Beige) to a 36B (Black)|
Being a bigger woman with tiny friends, when we went out dancing, or to bars, I felt like they would get hit on, danced with. I would not. Makes you feel really unnattractive. When guys would take notice of me, anywhere, it was because of my breasts. The only compliment I would get paid is that I had 'nice tits' or 'Woohoo Double Ds!' I am saying here, that these were compliments, but really... they weren't. Those aren't real compliments... anyways.
When working out, when I was larger, I was really reluctlant to do any chest exersises because I didn't want to lose any of my only good feature. I would wear clothing that showed it off, I would strut around because I had the DDs and eventually E cups, so I was pretty too.
While losing the weight I was petrified of losing my breasts, and of course, they started shrinking, along with the rest of my body (if not faster). I was really upset in the begining and only recently came to terms with my new flat-chestedness.
When I was fat I associated myself with my breasts. These were the only things I liked about myself. Now that I have lost the weight I can say that I am not my breasts. I like my new body a lot more than I ever liked my breasts. My collarbone shows and I think that's really sexy. I can feel my bones, my face is much prettier, I feel healthy and good looking (when I'm having more confident days).
& the 'compliments' have also changed. Although not a single person would tell me I have nice tits... ever again (thank goodness), I have been called 'stunning' (something, let's be honest, I never in my life thought I would be called by anyone), gorgeous, have beautiful eyes, tiny waist, skinny-mini, pretty, slim, beautiful, the list goes on and so does my ego. ;)
These are all so nice to hear and you know what, they beat out 'nice tits' anyday.