By Georgina http://fullerfigurefullerbust.wordpress.com

A petite yet curvy friend of mine has recently felt like whatever she wears people just see her boobs and judge her on it and never in a positive way, which has naturally really upset her.

People often seem to assume that if a woman is busty she must be easy, a bit of a slag, have fake boobs and therefore want the attention and so on and so forth – never mind that we couldn’t help that we grew them ourselves/chose to have an enhancement for reasons that do not include making money from them. Girls become irrationally jealous, guys become lustful and things can get pretty out of hand. And over what – part of our bodies that has as much right to be there as someone with extremely long legs or large hands. It is not the done thing to comment on other people’s body parts so why should boobs get so much grief?!
Obviously I am not naïve enough to say that boobs aren’t alluring and don’t play a major role when it comes to sexual fun times, but genitals also do, yet you don’t (often) see women going round staring at men’s crotches in the vague hope that they might catch a glimpse of a bulge.

I recently dressed up as Columbia from The Rocky Horror Picture show for a friend’s Birthday party. This is she for those who are wondering:

As I was wearing a corset I literally had boobs by my chin, and had to indulge being called all manner of hurtful names, having guys leer over me, telling me they were going to dream about me, nudging one another to point out my boobs – and at first I was wildly defensive and raging at every single one of them – until a friend pointed out that dressed as I was it was a given that people would react in such a way and I should just get over it! Later on in the night I was served by a barmaid who exchanged sneering glances with her colleague as she advanced towards me to take my order. So I totally called her ‘she must be one helluva dirty skank’ bluff by sweetly asking for my drinks in the politest way possible and received a shocked reaction. She made my requested vodka soda with tonic instead which I decided to point out, followed by a ‘I’ve worked in clubs, I know how annoying it is to redo orders, don’t worry honey I’ll drink it anyway’. Pah. Never judge a woman by her breasts. Here I am with my Cheetah boyfy (it was a ‘C’ party)

It may sound silly, but having a large chest can really knock one’s confidence – it’s harder to buy bras and clothes, harder to fit in and wear what others are wearing, hard to run for the bus without jiggling all over the place – sometimes it can feel like your whole life revolves around dressing for and living with your knockers and it can make you feel like you don’t quite fit in, like your shape is not right, not normal, not acceptable. People seem to think ‘yeah yeah, you’ve got it easy, I’d love to have big boobs’ – but would you? Would you like to go through hell in changing rooms, trying to get a gorgeous dress on but getting it stuck above your boobs, or worse, getting it on, not digging the ‘pressed up against a window’ look and then hearing that awful ripping sound when you try to struggle out of it?! Would you like to part with the best bit of thirty quid every time you buy a new bra? Would you like it if your best mate’s Dad oggled your chest every time you went round? Would you like to wear a strappy top like everyone else, only to find that your bit of cleavage on display is what most would tut at? Having a large chest can have just the same ups and downs and having a smaller one and it should not be lusted after or envied, just treated an often ambivalent body part.

Having big boobs of course makes me overly obsessed with them – talking boobs, noticing other women’s boobs (in a subtle non judgemental way, naturally) and I know that my friends on FB are sick of hearing about it! But I just can’t help it – maybe I think that if I am ok and easy-going with the topic and with answering any questions or replying with witty answers to any stupid remarks then people will just get over them and stop seeing me as a massive walking pair of breasts and see me – there is a lot more to me than just my H puppies.

I don’t imagine the stares or comments will ever stop but I just wanted to get it off my chest.

By Georgina http://fullerfigurefullerbust.wordpress.com/

So I’ve noticed that Pinup Girl clothing have a ‘Busty’ category on their website. I was excited until I clicked it – and saw that pretty much none of the dresses I own made it on there. I have several PUG dresses as shown in this post and myHeidi dress post and thanks to Black Friday that collection just got a little bit bigger.

As mentioned I have a Heidi dress obsession and so I just HAD to get my hands on the polka dot and black and cream versions, both in XL. They fitted perfectly over my 48inch 36H bust and I have even managed to persuade my bf to give me one of the for Christmas – deja vu as I discovered PUG due to him giving me the Micheline dress last Christmas!

Another dress that has been crying out to me for quite some time is the divine Greta dress in emerald green. I went for a 2XL in this beauty and it is possibly one of the most perfectly fitted dresses I have ever owned – I didn’t even need a belt with it!!!

The Film Noir dresses are a new line for PUG and although I liked the green version I decided that the rusty rose number was the one for me! Also in 2XL this is a perfectly fitted demure dress for me,  a must have for this colder weather.

My last dress is the one I am least sure about. It is the Ava in teal in a 2XL. It is very snug around the boobs and longer than I was expecting. Having said that it is my favourite colour and gives me an amazing silhouette and no doubt with a bit of an iron and a less ill and more made up George head on it it will look heaps better!

So that is my round up of the gorgeous styles that are boob flattering and plus size friendly from Pinup Girl Clothing. Feel free to ask me for advice on sizing and material or, even better, ask the amazing Facebook fans as they are the ones who help me out!

By Georgina http://fullerfigurefullerbust.wordpress.com/

Last week I was lucky enough to wangle an invite to Panache’s SS12 collection preview.

Panache also make Cleo and Masquerade and I am a fan of all three brands, particularly the luscious Masquerade.
The event was hosted in a gorgeous hotel in Piccadilly and once again I experienced that joyous sensation of being a kid in a sweet shop when I entered that stunning room filled with gorgeous creations and a beautiful 32E model.

I was greeted by the adorable Heather and then showed round the new collections. It was fab to see so many old favourites being brought back in different patterns and colours. There is nothing worse than falling in love with a bra, wearing it to death and not finding anything else like it. Panache never let that happen and styles like the Tango and the Rhea and many more.

The stylish room was filled with sweets and bright posters and as I saw more of the collections I realised how well this fitted in. Panache as ever is the supportive safe range, old favourites and timeless classics. Cleo is the fun young stunning range and Masquerade is the more sophisticated sexy range. Panache are always listening to their customers, bringing out larger cupped padded bras and *fingers crossed* 26 backed bras. As I have said before they are evolving to suit the customers needs and cannot be faulted for that. They have a fabulous Facebook page where they constantly listen and ask the ‘fans’ about what they want and need and they have just joined Twitter. I cannot fault their prices, their designs and their wonderful enthusiasm for the blogging community. A flawless brand.

By Georgina http://fullerfigurefullerbust.wordpress.com/

A few seasons ago Bravissimo brought out their own brand sexy balconette bra – the Demi Diva. I was itching to try it but at the time had no need for a black bra and especially no need for a non padded bra.
But then they brought out the pillar box red version.
Oh my…
That colour! Those tie side briefs! Those leopard print bows! Fully adjustable straps! 3 hooks and eyes! Goes past a G cup! Gimme gimme gimme!
I decided to order it in a 36HH as I heard the cups came up fractionally small and then I waited for it to arrive…
It did not disappoint!
I have never ever seen such an incredible lift and shape from a non padded bra. Recently I have been constantly surprised by how consistently non padded bra are changing my feelings towards them but this was on another level! I could scarcely believe that my boobs were turned into two perky orbs and without padding, did a magician create this wonderful bra?! And it felt amazing, Bravissimo are master bra makers and really know how to make a bra supportive. I barely felt it on my shoulders and the back band felt supportive and firm. The colour – should I even say anything?! It was perfect, an amazing screaming fire engine red and the material felt stunning and silky. The knickers are not the practical kind and will out make it out the house but they are so worth it, gotta love those bows This is up there with being the sexiest set I own and I cannot wait to see what other delicious lingerie treats Bravissimo will be bringing out for us.

This image of me in it has only been photoshopped to make it a bit darker, I am trying to be as true to the set as possible so no funny angles and heels and poses, just me and my Demi Diva<3

So as you may well have gathered from the look of me I am not the sportiest of girls! My work is at the lower to middle end of being physically demanding, I enjoy the odd boogie when I go out in my sensible heels and every few months I vow to start some new exercise regime – usually running or the wiifit. I do own a sports bra as I mentioned in this post and previous to that I owned a very ill fitting 38FF Shock Absorber. I did like the Shock Absorber, despite its incorrect size and so I was quite pleased to have been sent two 36H bras recently as a way of saying thank you for attending the Playtex Focus Group – this white bra and this black bra.

Let me talk about the white one first.

I have found that the mark of a good sports bra is one that you really really struggle to do up! A lot of women seem to hate wearing tighter bands when it comes to regular bras due to back fat which is not ideal, but I have always firmly believed that when it comes to exercise you should aim to work out hard and not care about how you look. Therefore a tight band and a bit of back fat shouldn’t deter you, in fact it will help keep the puppies in place and relieve the strain from your shoulders. Even the least strenuous forms of exercise require proper support and uplift and you should not jeopardise your health for the sake of appearance.
This bra was so tight I had to loosen the shoulder straps completely to fasten the bra and then tighten them fully. The shoulder straps are only half adjustable which may be a problem for those with smaller shoulders than I. It is a three hook and eyes fastening which I love and always feel much more secure in. The straps themselves are cushioned which is amazing and a feature I have never had in a sports bra or indeed any bra – and I wish every bra had this feature, it is soooo comfortable! The straps are set slightly closer to the neck as well which is perfect as I used to find when I was running that no matter how tight I adjusted the straps they would always slip off my shoulders. I found that I had some slight side boob when putting the bra on, but this is something I get even with bras that are too big for me and it is probably due to me being lardy and wearing bras that were too small for many years, causing my breasts to migrate slightly. The shape is gave me was pretty darn good for a non underwired non padded bra.

Please excuse my appearance in today’s post,  as I said working out should not be a fashion parade or about trying to look good…though I did try a little bit for the camera!

I put both bras through their paces by doing various things on the wiifit, including hula hooping, boxing, step aerobics, balance exercises, yoga, jogging, cycling and much more. I found this bra to give me excellent support, comfort and allowed me to be flexible and not cause any irritation or discomfort. The band is tight but I never felt like it was too tight, I just very very secure and would highly recommend it.

And now onto the black bra.

This bra was so tight and complicated that I did it up at the front and turned it round – something I do not normally do, however the snug fit felt spot on. It has two and then two hooks and eyes at the back which I will show you in a bit. I did not have to adjust the shoulder straps on this one but I did find it to be very small over my bust. Maybe a 36HH/36J could work for me a little better. I loved the straps and the fact that they were set almost next to my neck which would mean there would be no danger of them slipping off at all. The shape it gave me was not so favourable, but that could be due to the smallness of the cup.

Here is me in action on the Wii, try not to laugh!

I of course found the white bra to be the most effective and I loved how high it was as I really felt secure. However, the black bra was surprisingly good for something that didn’t fit well and so I would say that one in my correct size would definitely give the white one a run for it’s money! All in all I would say well done to Shock Absorber, there bras were pretty damn comfortable, firm and excellent at keeping my large assets nearer my head than my knees!

Check out Cheryl from Invest In Your Chest’s review here.

By: Georgina of  http://fullerfigurefullerbust.wordpress.com/

Part of my recent haul from PUG included this sexy Vamp dress:

And as I loved it so much I recently decided to take the plunge and order the order the black version and the polka dot version. As the 2XL Vamp dress fit me so well that is the size I went for in those two dresses.

The red polka dot dress felt ever so slightly more snug on me than the Zebra version but it still made me feel like a sex bomb and hugged me in all the right places, was the perfect link and the slightly padded bust gave me a killer cleavage:

A belt was needed to pull me in and break up the spots – success!

As I recently sold my black Bravissimo kimono dress I was quite looking forward to having a solitary LBD in my wardrobe…

Ta da! Perfection in noir with a belt to complete the look! It fit just like the Zebra dress and is oh so flattering! With both dresses I wore my Rhea bra and no shapewear (eek!!!).

I will definitely be keeping my eye out for more Vamp styles and patterns!

Mum’s The Word by Georgina Horne of FullerFigureFullerBust.

My Dad is in the Royal Navy and was transferred to the Australian Navy for a stint in the 80′s. It was there that he met my Mother, in Brisbane, Queensland. It was her job to greet the sailors and show them around the town – and it seemed it paid off They married in England and had my sister, then moved back to Oz and had me in Sydney. When I was a toddler they moved back to England and lived in Devon.

It was around this time that my Mum discovered a lump in her breast. She consulted her Mum, my Nan about it who told her not to worry and that it was normal. In those days people didn’t have the awareness that they do now and so I guess Nan just assumed that all would be ok. A few moths down the line my Mum became very ill and it was discovered that she had breast cancer. She ended up needing chemo and a mastectomy. I remember how puffy and red her face was and how thin and greasy her hair looked. But I also remember how brave and beautiful she was. Bands like ‘Dire Straits’ remind me of her and how she and my Dad would sing along to them whilst driving through France on holiday. I remember how I used to have awful eczema and had to avoid dairy and she tried to slowly introduce it back into my diet by feeding my butter one morning – which I spat onto the floor. I remember when I shut my thumb in the desk and insisted on going to hospital with her and my Nan, who had come over with my Pa from Australia. I remember being taken to ‘Tumble Tots’. I remember my Mum joking about how my sister and I should learn to use a water pistol to put out my Nan’s cigarettes. I remember my fourth Birthday and how my Nan and Pa gave me a gorgeous pink dress and shoes which I went to show my Mum, who was still in bed unable to get up. I remember visiting her in hospital. I remember that time my Dad woke my sister and I up in the night and we went with our family friend, a vicar, to the hospital. I remember seeing my Mum and being told she wouldn’t wake up. I remember the funeral. I remember the jar of ashes. I remember writing her letters and sending them to her in the wind. I remember the nannies.

Sometimes it’s better to have bittersweet memories than nothing at all.

I remember the day my Dad sat Tor (my sister) and I down and asked us if we wanted a new Mummy. I copied my big sister’s cries of ‘yes!’. He then asked who should be our new Mummy. Tor said ‘Miss Jeckalejs’, her teacher, and I enthusiastically agreed. My Dad told us with a smile that Miss Jeckalejs (pronounced ‘yets-kal-ays’) and he had met at a parent’s evening and that he was planning to marry her. I was rather thrilled as she always called me ‘Squirt’ and let me run into her classroom at the end of the school day and rifle through Tor’s work tray. She would be a good Mummy. My Dad proposed to her on Valentines Day at a cafe and she accepted. She then asked us with a smile whether we wanted to carry on calling her Ingrid. Tor, followed by me declared that we would call her Mummy and that was that. The wedding was in August and despite me getting muddled with my bridesmaid duties and wandering up and down the aisle with my Mum’s bouquet looking a bit lost,it all went well and off they went on their honeymoon. When my Mum returned 2 weeks later she was accompanied by a terrifying looking man…who I was then told was my Dad minus his beard! Not long after that we moved house and continued to do so a couple more times over the years, such is the nature of my Dad’s job. I was content, I loved my new-found Mum and Grandparents. My sister begged my parents to give us a little brother but they never had children together. I don’t know exactly what was discussed but I think that they felt it would be potentially harmful for Tor and I to have to grown up with a sibling or two who had their real parents around.
When I turned 7 I started to grasp what had happened. My Mum had died. It was then that the tears started… I would lie on the bean bags in the play area in my classroom at my school and just cry. My (step)Mum worked at the school and tried to not panda to me but would also comfort me and explain things. Eventually I got over my phase but I have always been unable to stop myself crying at the littlest things – seeing people in pain, seeing old people struggle, sad endings, happy endings, kinda words, harsh words and I blub. I used to get teased for it in junior school and it became a little embarrassing – but I literally do not know how to hold the tears in.
As the years progressed my once close relationship with my Mum became distant and rocky, as it did with my Dad. I wasn’t a particularly awful child but I was stubborn, refused to apologise and often behaved in slightly mischievous manner – like the time I threw love letters into the boy’s next door’s garden and pretended Tor wrote them. That earnt me a two-week long grounding but I do recall that it was worth it But however strict my parents were I cannot deny that they were pretty much perfect. My Mum would work part-time to look after Tor and I and for that I cannot love her enough. She ensured that she was there for us to love and care for us as a mother should. Yes my parents had rules and curfews but they did it for a good cause and I would like to think that Tor and I turned out well, especially Tor who has a degree, a steady job and has never really rebelled. My relationship with my parents improved a lot after my drop out from University and subsequent year travelling round Australia and New Zealand. I feel like I matured and they relaxed and that both parties now appreciate the other. I tell Mum things I would never have dared to do in my teens and it feels so good. My sister was always close to them both. She struggled slightly at her wedding when it hit her how no one from our Australian side would be there, but this was more than made up for by our Baltic step family – my Grandma is Estonian, my Grandpa Latvian.

My Nan and Pa had trouble accepting my Dad’s new marriage and especially hated the way we called Mum ‘Mum’. When Tor and I went to Australia aged 16 and 18 and saw them for the first time in 12 years we found things a little strained. As I resemble my Mother very strongly not only in looks but in personality, preferences and mannerisms my Nan found it difficult to not tear up and begged to call me ‘Julie’, my Mum’s name. I found things increasingly emotional as I saw my grandparents several times over the next five years. I was so thankful that last year I was able to see my Nan, Megan, one hour before she died. She was a little delirious but I hope she thought of my Mum when she saw me and I hope she is happy now that she is back with her forever. There was no doubt that my Mum was her favourite and she was never the same after her death.

My Grandpa died recently, a few months after Nan and whilst I am still not over grieving for them I can’t help but feel peace at the idea that the three of them have eternity together.

My (step)Grandparents are just amazing. Tor and I are their only Grandchildren and as my Dad’s parents died before we were born they have been spoiled by seeing us every Christmas and living just down the road from my parents. I couldn’t have asked for a better outcome following on from my Mum’s death and whilst I still think of her and how life could have been I also feel so blessed at the way things turned out.

I wish my Mum had known what those lumps had meant before it was too late. I wish that every woman could be educated in how to spot possible cancerous lumps. It takes a few minutes to examine your breasts and it is free to see a doctor or nurse should you be worried. Check out the Coppafeel website for more details, or if in the US check out this site for free mammograms and let’s help give two fingers to breast cancer. It doesn’t have to be scary and it doesn’t have to end lives.

The Alphabet Does Not Stop At DDD by Georgina Horne of FullerFigureFullerBust

I really HATE this stupid ‘joke’:

Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the letters used to define bra sizes?

If you have wondered why, but couldn’t figure out what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed!

(A} Almost Boobs…

{B} Barely there…

{C} Can’t Complain!..

{D} Dang!…

{DD} Double dang!…

{E} Enormous!…

{F} Fake…

{G} Get a Reduction…

{H} Help me, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!…

It gives an utter misconception about bra sizes and implies that larger breasted women MUST have fake boobs. Some do and that is fine but why assume that they are not just a kind gift from nature?
Here is my take on it:

(A) A handful
(B) Beautifully proportioned
(C) Cor blimey!
(D) Doncha just love em?
(DD) Ding Dong!
(E) Ello Bravissimo!
(F) Fantastic
(FF) Fake?! Feel them!
(G) Great as pillows
(GG) Goodness Gracious!
(H) Hallelujah!
(HH) Hubba hubba!
(J) J’adore!
(JJ) Just so Juicy!
(K) Killer cleavage
(KK) Karma was Kind
(L) Ladylumps

I get angry when people are in disbelief at a bra size or assume the worst. One of my American friends was recently complaining that her colleagues had been talking behind her back about her ‘special’ bras and ‘English sizes’ – there is nothing special or English at wearing a well-fitting bra that happens to go past a DDD, it’s just knowledge and common sense, something that this website seems to lack. If prominent celebrities such as Christina Hendricks are shown as being ridiculous sizes then what hope is there for women who view them as role models. However, I am very pleased to see on Boobpedia Christina is listed as being a far more realistic 32HH, largely due to this awesome article by Miss Sophia Jenner.
However, if Jordan is a 32FF and Kat Dennings is a 38D then something is very very wrong. Both women are very petite in the back, Jordan is probably arund a 26J, and Kat is probably similar to Miss Hendricks at a 32H. This idiotic website needs to get its facts straight and stop spewing misinformation.
People need to realise that a 28D and a 38D are very very different sizes, as demonstrated by these three A-cup bras:

You can be very petite with sizeable boobs and you CAN BE bigger than a DDD.
Take a look at these two images:


Yes the images are of large breasts but they are not so huge that you can imagine the women are falling over. The women are all in correctly fitting bras that will be beneficial to their health, posture and wallet as they bras will fit better for longer and not need replacing so swiftly.
DDD is not the biggest size out there and women are not lying if they say they are bigger, they are simply better informed than those doing the accusing. There is nothing specialist about wearing a bra that is an E, F and so on, they just belong to women who know where to purchase such ‘abnormal’ sizes. I would love to see a prominent celebrity such as Christina Hendricks coming out and being very public about her bras size as I believe this could help a lot of women who are similar sizes to understand that maybe that band riding hammock they have on is not the right one for them.
Please read this awesome article which was an inspiration for my own and remember – the alphabet does not stop at DDD.