Your Questions About Wear Sports Bra All The Time

Paul asks…
Breast Development Questions?
I am 12 years old, and I think my breasts have been growing ever so slowly ever since the end of 4th grade. (I’m going into 7th grade) I’m VERY sad because my breasts are very small, and most girls have bigger breasts than me. I wear a sports bra most of the time, sometimes a training bra. Okay, now here is my questions:
Is there anything that can make your breasts grow slower?
If I wear a sports bra all the time, will it make my breasts grow slower since there snug? If I sleep on my stomach will the grow slower? Is it possible to make your breasts grow slower? My breasts are so small, I wonder if there is something that is making them from growing.
What can make them look bigger?
Any exercises? Food? Health? ANYTHING??? I need to know every possible way to make my breasts look bigger because alot of boys say “so and so has bigger boobs then you!”, or “HAH you have no boobs, that means you haven’t gone through puberty.” And all kinds of mean things. I know it’s true, but it still annoys me. IS there a bra that would make it look like I have breasts?
PLEASE HELP ME, and give any information possible.
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Yoga Wear Guru answers:
Your only 12, don’t worry about it!!!
BUT, here are some tips:
* Wear a padded bra. If you want to you can by two padded bras with removable pads, the take the pads out of one bra and put it in the other, that way you’ll have double padding and look bigger.
* Push-up bra, but it might not work for you since you don’t really have anything to push up according to what you said.
* Sleep with no bra on, a loose shirt, and not on your stomach so they have room to grow.
Those boys are immature jerks, just ignore them.

Mary asks…
I need to find better bras?
This is kind of embarrassing but who cares.
I need help finding a store that has nice,supportive,pretty bras for teenage girls..
all the bras i’ve worn before did the opposite of that
in gym we have to run a lot and it’s embarrassing when people make fun of how my boobs bounce and all of that
but i don’t want to wear a sports bra all of the time
help?!?!?! :c it sucks
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Yoga Wear Guru answers:
La senza or forever21.

Thomas asks…
A tomboy bra question?
So I’m a serious tomboy. I always have been too. I sometimes shop in the boys section, I’d rather hang out with boys than girls, and I’ve never been afraid to get down and dirty. Even if I don’t sound like it, I totally am a tomboy. And because I spend a lot of time outside, or running around, or playing sports I really like tank tops. There’s just one problem with tank tops and that’s that your bra strap ends up showing. And even through I’m only an a cup, I really like the support of a real bra. And I need it too, like my boobs are pointy or something because I just can’t do a sports bra or just a tank top. My boobs don’t look regular unless I use a real underwire bra. But I hate feeling all exposed with my bra strap showing. But, I found these amazing bras where you can jusy take off the straps and it becomes strapless. So I can be chillin in my bra and then just like, put on a tank tops and take off my bra straps. I LOVE IT. but I heard that most people hate strapless bras. And I’m a tomboy so I actually don’t really enjoy bras all together. So I was just wondering if it’s normal for a person like me to feel comfortable in a strapless bra and be able to wear it all the time. Also, is it ok that my bras are all colorful. I think they look kinda cool. I have a plain gray one I wear a lot. But the other one I wear is pink with blue polka dots. Do any other tomboys like colorful bras? Sorry if I sound stupid or if this is too long. I just want to know why I’m the only person who’s in love with strapless bras. Thanks in advance!
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Yoga Wear Guru answers:
Until I read the last lines I was going to suggest strapless bra. Im a girly girl but wear strapless bras. It looks funny when the straps are showing!

Donald asks…
so i believe i’m trans-gender, BUT there’s a few problems with this story advice?
so this is how it is
home life: parents are homophobes literally,& want a ‘perfect’ little ‘girl’, true event example: me & my dad were watching ellen & he just randomly said ‘i hate the lady & her queer arse’, i asked why just out of curiosity he replies by saying she’s nothing but a gay fag that guys don’t want so she went lesbian, my mind was blown,i was kinda ticked…so i talked to my mom about how she felt about gays/bisexuals she said she doesn’t like them but she didn’t go into details why..so telling them i was bi-curious was off the list..
school life: well my friends recently found out about 1 month ago before summer break that i am bi-curious & they were fine with it,& don’t care i’m still the same person, we just crack jokes about it to ease up the tension.
present situation: onto the trans-gender thing, i’ve always felt as if i were a boy, but then other moments a girl…i guess a bi-curious boy in a girl body. it’s like i hav 2 personalities. i tired telling my parents once that i truly didn’t feel like a girl and they just laughed in my face and my mom said ‘oh it’s just a phase’ and my dad said ‘oh well i want my little girl, to be a girl as long as i’m alive’…they didn’t get it though i mean now that my brother is out of the house (air force) it’s like i have competition of my opinion and theirs being the most ‘imperfect’ of the family its not all that good but i ignore it and go on with that little life i hav. i never liked dresses/skirts, heels,makeup (except for foundation cause of acne scars, mascara and the occasional eyeliner),no girly girls,fake nails,nail polish…all that girly crap but yet they want to dress my up like a girl and make me act like a girl but i HATE IT WITH A PASSION. then they get mad at me cause i ALWAYS wear pants (skinny jeans),Nike’s or converse,have short hair that just recently got cut as of 7/8/11,sag my pants a tiny bit, wears sports bras and boxers around the house, and sometimes stare at random girls or guys.
i’m really starting to think they’re starting to dislike me because i’m actually tryin to show how i feel and who i am just not give a crap what anyone else says, it’s like now a days you have to do this and that do be ‘perfect’ but i don’t wanna be that…and my family is all about popularity and sports, being perfect which i’m not i’m friendly and sweet etc. my own person, but not a push over anymore, i’m not taking anymore b.s,.. i really wanna be my own person but i cant. i like being who i am but everyone hates it and now its finally getting to me, at times i feel as if i wanna just run away from home or just drop off the face of the earth and see how my parents react, but other times i just brush it off and try to forget about it… i like the fact that i wanna be a guy but i won’t happen in reality though 1) my facial features are too soft here’s a pic http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=204426296271256&set=a.128527253861161.12510.100001116602646&type=1&theater or here http://www.quizazz.com/profile.php?id=4943 or http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=204426296271256&set=a.128527253861161.12510.100001116602646&type=1&theater <–this is what i look like as a 'guy' messy hair, etc. etc. not there yet but i'mgettingn there. 2)everyone hates it except for 6 of my friends, they accept me. i've always dressed like a guy even when i was younger since 5-6, but since i'm turning into a young adult my parents are thinking oh my little 'girls' growing up soon she'll be bringing home boyfriends, but they're wrong it supposed to be oh my little 'boy' is growing up he'll be bringing home boyfriends & girlfriends home soon… i wanna tell them again that i don't feel like a girl i feel like a bi-curious boy,it's like so unreal to the point were i just wanna leave a not deal with anyone anymore.
my parents are judgmental & sometime so ignorant they think black girls can do this & that when they can to, then they like gettin all racial sayin all white people are crazy which i really hate & told them that their stupid racism isn’t gonna help the world, they’re lucky i’m not like the girls i know slutty & trashy. also my mom seems to thinks it’s funny to call me ‘emo’ & laugh & say that i cut, then had the nevre to ask it i was suicidaul, i am not what she says i am i don’t hav a sterotype, i don’t cut, i’m very slowly getting to that point if they keep doing this. it hurts to see your parents laugh in your face & say all this b.s. and then you have to act like everything fine when it’s not. they act like i’m stupid and then comeback & say i’m smart, i make good grades at skool, i mean its kinda hard to actaully keep up i hav to focus alot, and constantly on the go i cant shut up as y
i hav adhd so i can not focus well in school is what i was gonna say above^^
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Yoga Wear Guru answers:
This is a tough question to answer, but I am going to do my best to try and help you.
Your parents do not sound like very open minded individuals. Telling your parents right now (depending on your age) could put you in a very bad position. I would think about the consequences before telling them. If you think your parents might react violently or kick you out of the house, then I don’t think it is worth telling them at this time, but if you think that they can handle it even if they might not be okay with it right away then I would consider telling them. If you do want to tell them, then talk to them seriously and say something like you are questioning your gender and your sexuality. Just be careful. I know what it is like to hold something like that in, but you just need to be careful and patient with your parents especially if you are younger.
As for being transgendered, I think you should look into maybe joining a transgender online chat forum or something. Maybe just talk to someone about it. Learn more about transgender things. There are a lot of websites with good information on them to help you. I found many of them very useful, I no longer have them bookmarked, but I will look for some and edit my response later if you want. Maybe even seeing a therapist would be helpful if your parents will allow it.
If you have any questions or want someone to talk to feel free to message me. I wish you luck with everything.

David asks…
Will you read my sex scene?
Emily sat on Sean’s bed, its covers strewn about beneath a pile of dirty clothes. She internally rolled her eyes at the mess, the one that never seemed to go away no matter how much he cleaned. To be honest, though, she didn’t mind. His bedroom, despite the clutter and chaos, had a cozy feel. The ocean-blue walls, the sports memorabilia plastered on them; the thick tan carpet and chestnut drawers; and the smell of it – like the beach, like soap, like a boy – all thoroughly represented him, and she was more comfortable with him than anyone else.
Their after-school routine was just as familiar, just as comfortable, as the room they were in: Sean lying on the comforter, casually tossing a foam football into the air, Emily half-mindedly working on physics homework as they talked and laughed.
“So Em,” Sean said, catching the football and then turning toward her with a devilish grin on his face.
She barely heard the words he spoke next – that grin was enough to stop her entire world. All she could see at that moment was how god damn attractive he was: His brown eyes that lit up as he told the joke, eager to make her laugh. His T-shirt, loose across his chest but still showing the toned body underneath. Even his imperfections – the gap between his teeth, the freckle on his chin, the piece of sandy hair standing up from his head– were enough to make her heart beat like crazy. All she could think was how badly she wanted him.
Unable to contain herself, she got on top of him, straddling her legs on either side of his body. Her sweet, slow kiss cut him off mid-sentence. She kissed him again, and again, until his soft, warm hand lifted her chin to stop her.
“What’s this?” Sean asked, another smile forming on his lips. Emily smiled back, but only answered with another kiss. Longer this time, hungrier.
Sean was getting into it now too, each kiss harder and more intense than the last. He ran his hands over her face and through her hair, and then worked his way downwards. Emily felt a shiver run through her spine as he slipped his hands beneath her tank top and then gently pulled it off, leaving her in only a lacy blue bra. She had picked it out especially to impress him, but she knew now that it was silly – anything she wore would be sexy to him.
Emily’s heart fluttered as Sean reached back to unclasp the bra. She felt momentarily self-conscious at the exposure, until he pulled her up against his body and kissed her so sweetly, his strong arms wrapped around her. Never breaking the kiss, he sat up and flipped them around so that he was on top now. He kissed her mouth once again, then her neck, then her breasts. He paused for a moment to take off his own shirt, and then reached down to take off her shorts. She felt a rush of adrenaline as he ran his fingers beneath the elastic of her underwear before removing them as well.
Sean’s hands and mouth suddenly seemed to be everywhere at once, touching every inch of her naked body. She could feel his breath come hot and fast. She gasped as his fingers did their work below her waist – moving slowly at first, then faster. She squeezed her eyes shut, squirming under his relentless rhythm. The pulse between her legs grew stronger and stronger, unbearably strong, until he stopped.
“Don’t stop,” Emily moaned breathlessly. It felt too good for him to stop now.
He only kissed her forehead, and then rolled off her to open the drawer where he kept the condoms.
“Not yet,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him back into the moment. She rubbed her hands over the zipper of his jeans and pulled them down slowly, then reached down into his boxers to pull out his penis. It sprung up, eager for her touch. She ran her hands up and down, tentatively at first, until she gained confidence in her ability to touch him, pleasure him. She felt his body tense and leaned down to kiss him again. His erection felt hot on her stomach.
“How am I doing?” she whispered into his ear.
“Amazing,” he whispered back. “You’re amazing.”
She breathed in the scent of him, feeling herself melt at his words.
He then once again reached toward the drawer, and this time Emily let him.
“Ready?” he asked after he had slipped the condom on. She simply nodded in reply.
He pulled her legs apart and entered her, moving in and out slowly at first and then faster and faster. She moaned with pleasure. Was there really anything better than feeling Sean inside her? She grabbed his back, pulling him closer, and wrapped her legs up around his body, wanting him to go deeper. He grunted with effort, panting and sweating, until finally he came.
After it was done, they laid together on the bed, his arms wrapped around her.
There was no greater feeling than sex with him. The closeness she’d never had with another human being, the safety of his arms, the knowledge that he loved her and wanted her.
She could stay in the moment forever.
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Yoga Wear Guru answers:
Wow seriously you are a true author i didnt want it to end! Let me know if you ever publish it cuz it really does sound amazing! Good job and good luck!
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