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Cleavage at the Work Place

September 17, 2010

Have you ever been told that your cleavage is inappropriate for work? I was told once during the course of a job interview that my cleavage was a little too expository for the job in question. Sure, I admit it, I have big breasts. Moreover my cleavage is pretty spectacular. It’s the stuff of legend. Kidding, only I’m being serious. Anyhow, I wasn’t exactly showing off the goods for this particular job. It’s not like I was applying to be a waitress Hooters. I was dressed pretty conservatively in my opinion. OK, somewhat conservatively: flats, black opaque tights, v-neck black dress with tiny off-white polka dots, and a grey sweater/shrug thingy (which was left opened). The dress was from the Gap for crying out loud, not exactly a shop known for its slutiness.

Still the cleavage was there and it was hard to miss in all its silky smooth wonder. You see, my cup size is maybe one or two sizes bigger than the average Gap dress wearing person, so a dress that would cover all the right places on one girl doesn’t quite cut it for moi. I don’t mind, it looks nice. Feel free to revel in the wonder that are my boobs, but if there’s one thing I dislike is being called out on the amount of cleavage I’ve got happening (a truth that is not applicable to ALL situations, mind you). Look, it’s not like I don’t understand the concept of dressing appropriately for a variety of situations. I get the dress code etiquette. It’s all good.

I just don’t see why I have to avoid wearing certain items of clothing just because I have breasts that lean towards large. A small chested woman will never be  told that her shirt is too tight or that she shouldn’t wear v-necks or whatever, but I somehow manage to look slutty wearing a t-shirt for crying out loud. It just, well, to be honest, when I was told that I was a good-looking woman, but that my cleavage shouldn’t be so exposed or that it was inappropriate, I felt embarrassed as all hell and suddenly aware of being female and that that was somehow bad. Before anyone gets all mightier than though, the interviewer that told me this wasn’t being gross or anything and tried to be as tactful as possible, but I could help but feel like that eleven year old that hunches or shoulders, because she doesn’t want people to notice she’s growing a pair of tits under there.

What about you, have you ever felt or been made to feel like your body was inadequate (too little, too much) for the task at hand?

Oh shit, that question just sparked my memory. When I was eleven (or so) I was prancing around my house pretending I was a ballerina or something or other and one of my mom’s friends told me that I could never be a dancer because of my body type. Hmm, the exact words he used were “pleasantly plump”. Now, I’ve never been willowy thin or petite. I’m tall-ish, hourglassy and curvy. Suits me just fine. But seriously, what adult in their right mind talks to a kid that way? Probably had something to do with why I can’t dance in public. Not even if you paid me. It probably also didn’t help that a “friend” made fun of me at a school dance, because of my moves when I was twelve. That pretty much killed all dancing aspirations I ever had.

How about it, has anyone killed your childhood dreams with inappropriate remarks?

Jesus, now all I can think about is ALL THE TIMES someone said shitty things about my body or its functions. Quick, someone tell me I’m pretty.

16 Comments leave one →
  1. September 18, 2010 2:36 am

    Gorgeous darling. Spectacular. Perfect in every way.

  2. September 18, 2010 12:38 pm

    Why, thank you kind sir.

  3. September 21, 2010 5:56 am

    Something that could have scarred me (but didn’t!) was when I was 14 or 15, our tutor group at school had our weekly swimming session at the local sports centre, as I was getting changed out of my wet costume I knocked my bra off it’s hook in the changing cubicle & by the time I had noticed, it had got quite wet & unwearable as far as I was concerned. I stuffed it into my bag with the rest of my swimming stuff & & just wore my school blouse, oblivious of the fact that my nipples were vaguely visible through the fabric. When I was in the maths lesson sometime later, the teacher who was a bitch at the best of times, took great pleasure in making me stand up & tell her why I wasn’t wearing my bra & that just made the fact that my nipples were visible more obvious to the rest of the class! I was then offered the choice of being sent home or going to the school nurse to get sticking plasters to cover my nipples! I chose the former…..

  4. September 21, 2010 5:37 pm

    “I felt embarrassed as all hell and suddenly aware of being female and that that was somehow bad. ”

    Oh man, as someone who is also on the large size, boob wise, there is so much about this blog entry that resonates with me. Soooo gonna link to this on my own blog sometime soon.

    Also, going by your profile pic and stuff, you’re gorgeous!

  5. September 21, 2010 5:52 pm

    @Nature Girl: OMG! I can’t believe your teacher said that. What a cunt! (Yes, I sometimes use the word in a pejorative way. Cunt is so versatile, that’s why I like it.)

    Seriously though, talk about a bitch. I would have raised hell if one of my teachers had said that to me in high school. I was pissed enough when I was told I couldn’t wear a tank top, because it was too revealing or whatever. Our high school had three principals. A head one that oversaw the whole school (grade 7 to 11), one for grade 7 to 8 and another for 9 to 11. The grade 7 to 8 principal was a woman (from France) and she regularly wore sleeveless shirts to school in the summer months, so when my history teacher told us about the whole no tank top rule, I saw this as unfair and I walked out of class and straight into the head principal’s office and refused to abide by said rule. The man held a close resemblance to Mr. Weatherbee the principal in the Archie comics, anyway he was a little at a loss for words when I charged into his office. Although I was a frequent visitor to the office of the other two principals he had never really had to deal with me. Actually, I think he was rather more of a figure head than anything else.

    I also had this t-shirt in high school that had the word ‘fuck’ written all over it and it offended the hell out of my high school English teacher and she didn’t want me to wear it….something which I would always forget…anyhow, when she saw I was wearing it and wanted to throw me out of her class, send me home or at the very least have me change into my gym shirt of something, I took the t-shirt off, turned it inside out and put it back on without missing a beat. She shut up about it and the class kept on going as if nothing had happened.

    Anyhoo, to get back to your massive bitch of a teacher, it’s crazy how thing change…if a teacher ever did something like that to a kid now a days it would be a much bigger deal. If someone did that to my kid (if I had one), I would petition to get her ass fired. That was plain, vicious body/sexual harassment. Good on you for handling it well though. And by well I mean not letting her get to you.

  6. September 21, 2010 5:55 pm

    @Nio: Thanks doll, there’s nothing like asking people to tell you you’re pretty and having them comply. Lol. And yay for the link love.

  7. September 22, 2010 3:20 am

    What was so petty about this is this is that right up until I was 29 & pregnant with our first, I didn’t really have boobs to speak of! I was a 32 AA (or 32 egg cup as Phil used to call it!) & usually wore a padded bra during my teens. This teacher was in her late 50s & a bitter old fart who didn’t know how to relate to teenagers. Made me wonder why she became a teacher in the first place.
    I have to add that my usually conservative mother was furious at this woman’s attitude, pity she didn’t create a fuss with the school.

  8. September 22, 2010 11:40 am

    Ah the joys of bitter teachers. There seems to be so many of them. Bummer.

  9. lori permalink
    September 22, 2010 6:45 pm

    I couldn’t agree more with your statement, “I just don’t see why I have to avoid wearing certain items of clothing just because I have breasts that lean towards large…I somehow manage to look slutty wearing a t-shirt for crying out loud.” I have always gotten the message that large boobs=slutty. The minute I grew boobs at the age of 16 I became conscious of men staring at them. The attention freaked me out, and I began hunching my shoulders as a way to hide my 34DD breasts. It took some time, and some growing up, to be okay with standing tall and straight. Now I’m 36 years old, and feel very comfortable in my skin. I choose to not show cleavage at work (simply because it would be inappropriate given my profession). However, in the rest of my life, I feel very at ease with showing skin and cleavage. I support your work-cleavaging ways, Olga!

  10. Bill permalink
    September 22, 2010 10:27 pm

    It’s a shame that some people delight in hurting others with their words. 😦

    As a male, I feel women who are blessed with large breasts should feel free to share part of their beauty by displaying their wonderful cleavage. Cleavage is BEAUTIFUL!

    It would be nice to SEE a photo of you wearing your outfit from the Gap! 🙂 I’m SURE you look gorgeous!


  11. September 22, 2010 11:30 pm

    @ Lori: I had small breasts until I was 21, so I had the opposite experience in high school. Mostly being teased for being flat chested, wanting them to be bigger, or feeling like they were invisible as a source of attraction. After high school though I was very fond of my small breast and would flaunt them as much as possible. It was great, because I could get away with wearing really low cut shirts without ruffling anyone’s feathers. When they got bigger, at first I kind of didn’t know how to deal with them. I suddenly felt like I neededto wear a bra when I used to consider that particular item of clothing optional. I found they were kind of in the way a lot of the time, but now I feel like they are a major source of my sex appeal. One of my better features. Basically, my cleavage makes me feel pretty, confident and sexy, and I like items of clothing that bring attention to it. I certainly don’t like to feel bad about that. As to what amount of cleavage is appropriate for work I think that’s highly subjective and depends on a lot of factors. I think you can be professional, elegant and sexy all at once. There’s a balance somewhere there….

    @Bill: It really is a shame that some people like to hurt others with their words. Sometimes, though, I think they might not even be aware of it. At other times, it seems like it’s the only way they have to make themselves feel better. It’s a shame either way. You gotta wonder at their own deep seeded insecurities.

    Also, the following pic is not of the outfit per se, but it is of the dress even if you can only see a small part of it in this head shot.

  12. Bill permalink
    September 30, 2010 6:44 pm


    You’re right, some people are just insensitive and don’t care while others intentionally hurt others to make themselves feel better. Either way, all we can do is try to treat others as we would like to be treated – the golden rule.

    You look sexy – you are pretty inside and out.

    Take care and cherish those who care about you and love you. THEY are the only ones that really count in life.


  13. October 2, 2010 12:35 pm

    Human relationships are complicated sometimes. I love my mom, but I have to admit that sometimes I’m mean to her. Have no patience, etc. I recognize it when it’s happening, and I still do it. Obviously, it’s when I’ve got something personal going on that’s giving me a short fuze to begin with….

    It’s as if I can’t get away with treating her like shit or being impatient or whatever, because I know she’ll always love me. It’s such a fucked up way to act. Thank God, it’s only when we spend too much time together and invariably get on each other’s nerves. To be fair, I haven’t been great company as of late….with the quitting smoking and stopping my anti=depressants. I’ve been in an emotional upheaval for what seems like a month.

    But you’re right we should cherish those who care about us and treat us well. I’ve realized one truth lately and that is that you shouldn’t vie for the affection of people who treat you like shit.


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