Full Busted Sales Girl In Petite Store
December 19th, 2006
Story submitted by Jacklyn E, 25 years old
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Dear Hiddenfeet,
I am a full busted woman who is five feet eight inches tall. I sell clothing in a department store that caters to petite women. I find it intimidating when these tiny women are face to face with my gigantic bust. What they don’t realize is that we are in the same boat in a way. They are small and it is hard for them to find clothing that fits right with their small frame. I’m full busted and can almost never find anything that doesn’t make me look like a porn star.
I can tell I make many of these customers uncomfortable, I see it in their eyes. I have on several occasions told them I know how they feel. Sometimes they just walk away and don’t even want to talk to me. People see me and just assume I must have everything in life. But my life is not the stereotype they make up in their heads.
Jacklyn,
PS: I am looking for a new job - that much I have control over.
I know how this feels. I have been DD as long as I can remember.
During high school I worked in womens clothing at Zellers for a year. It was maddening. I needed the money for a new car. The looks I would get from girls…I could always tell what they were thinking.
I still have that stupid car. I can’t bring myself to sell it because I know what I went through to get it.
Heather - Calgary, Alberta
I see girls at stores who are large chested and there are always “signs” that they are not comfortable with their surroundings. They often wear uniforms without low cut tops and the clothing is baggy. The other flat and skinny girls will wear their clothing as tight as possible. I see these DD girls with their arms crossing their chests when they are waiting for customers. Large chested girls also walk slower when pacing around stores to minimize breast bounce.
Try being a secretary with large breasts! Did that for a year and had enough. My boss was professional and always made me feel comfortable, but my other coworkers would ridicule me every chance they got.
I have been a DD since i was 13 years old. I’m sick of all the attention I get. Old men staring at me as I go outside, the boys at school always trying to feel under my blouse. I cry myself to sleep every night.
“I can tell I make many of these customers uncomfortable, I see it in their eyes.”
Sad that we live in a world where your beautiful size makes other women uncomfortable.
I notice a lot that the “newness” of my breasts being over-developed wears off after a while.
Every time I start class at school the first few days are filled with ogling - boys and girls. But a week later school work continues and I blend in more. Just something to think about if you start a new job or new class at school.
I know where Jacklyn is coming from. My fist job was working in the womans apparel department at Target off Jamboree Road in Irvine California. I was seventeen and if anyone has lived in Irvine before, you’ll know that nearly 30% of its population is Asian men and women. They don’t see girls with big boobs much. And they will look at your chest with lasting determination. :(
…but I got used to it. Target shirts were somewhat soft and large. The first few months at work were the hardest. The shirt they gave me was a small and I usually wear a medium. My bra lines were visible under it and I couldn’t afford to buy new bras. I was wearing a Playtex Signature wire free bra at the time with material that was too thick. Every day there would be a husband waiting for his wife who would follow me around the woman’s clothing department trying to get a look at my boobs. I would ask them if they needed help and they would get embarrassed.
Then I would ask them if they could help fold clothes for me while waiting for their wives or girlfriends. Most of the time they would say yes and I would have a good portion of my area done in half the time. If they were going to stand there and stare at me they should at least help me!
A few times at that Target I did get recognized for having the cleanest area of the store. I do administration work now for a telecom company so no more retail for me, but I will never forget my days working at Target. It was a weird feeling. I would feel shy, ugly, pretty, and powerful all at the same time