I used to be a 32b. Today, from all the weight gain, I'm a 38b to 40b. I cannot stand thin bras that show the nipples. I prefer thick, padded bras that hide the middles. I also prefer thick bands under the arms, so that my sides don't buldge out. I don't like underwire, but I live with it since it offers more support than the others without the underwire. I someetimes take my bra off at night, and sometimes I don't. I sometimes experience chest pains at night, but they go away after removing the bra.
I, too, dislike the boobs. It costs us more to maintain, we get them squished at mammo exams, and we have to worry more than men about breast cancer. (Men can also get breast cancer, btw, but it's rare, I think.)
After gaining weight, I now have to attach the backing in the front, slide it around, and then loop my hands through. I cannot reach behind me anymore, but I don't like the front-closing bras either.
When I had my daughter with me (before I gave her up for adoption), I did nurse her for about 6 months. It was really painful, like shooting pins and needles. It was the most painful experience, though I did my best to abide by everything that WIC told me at the time. I was a single mom for a short while, so I wanted to make sure that I bonded with my daughter and did the "healthy" thing. Little did I know that my PTSD would flare up. I also didn't know I had DID at the time, so I felt like I was going crazy. I didn't have postpartum depression, though they though that my symptoms were psychotic at the time, and so they kept that diagnosis as a possibility. Anyway, I knew that my daughter needed a stable mom, so I had an open adoption. I tried to raise her, since the church I was in kept suggesting that I raise her, but now I'm wondering if I did more damage to my daughter by not giving her up for adoption right away, at birth. I didn't want her to have any disorders by me not breastfeeding her, so I breastfed her.
Bras for breastfeeding were also hard to deal with. No matter what, I'd leak. Those bra pads were a joke.
So, yeah, I haven't really appreciated my breasts for all that they've done for me and my daughter, but clothing them, getting them to sit up straight, dealing with the pain and swelling during PMS time - I don't like it at all. It's expensive to clothe our boobs.