I am a 40G. Yes...G. I have not seen my feet since high school. I went to get fitted and I think my chest scared the sales clerk. When I was in basic training I was a double D. I felt so small and perky. Sigh...I think I inherited my chest from my father's mother...thanks Nana. Men like to talk to them...sometimes I have to remind men that hey, I'm up here. You know sometimes they forget themselves. Love it if I am out on a date...the look of "some girls have all the luck" if they see I am with a special lady friend. My chest is really heavy...sometimes I Hate that because you know those little bras are really cute. My bras come with reinforced steel...not cute. Sorry to go on but I never get to talk about this to decent people about this. Just an occasional drunk guy who wants to pick 'em up and take 'em home-ew!...a friend bought me a shirt that says "got milk?" on it...makes a great dust rag.