When God was handing out boobs, I was first in line…


I have what most women covet—an ample chest. It became apparent I have big boobs the moment I started my period. If my mother had ultrasound pictures then, I swear I would be able to see a hint of my breasts in utero.  I was already a 36B when I was 16. It was a horrible time for me. Boys would gawk, girls would give me dirty looks. I tried to keep my twins hidden by covering them with my books, wearing loose tops, avoiding pathways where I could see a congregation of people (mostly boys who would most likely stare!) or by placing a really large tote in front of my chest.

But I look back fondly at that time. I had a svelte form then. I would attend kegfests and not gain an inch. It was also the time I had no problem finding a bra. Albeit penniless, I can wear almost all styles, flowery or flirty. I could even work a strapless number. It didn’t matter that my undergarments were cheap— I had the perfect twins!

Age is just a number and my bra size should remain unlisted. Sixteen years and 30 lbs later, my bra size would yo-yo between 80C to 85D. I tried all the dieting schemes—name it, chances are, I had tried it. I also tried confusing my muscles. Naaah! My shoes gave up!  My hourglass shape became something else — round.  “Round is still a shape!” was my lame attempt at justifying my weight gain. My postpartum weight was like a lovesick stalker— it simply didn’t go away, didn’t give up, loved me to death. My twins were unhappy. I could only fit a locally made bra if it is a size 40C, 80C-85D for imported ones, depending on the style. I knew then I should kiss strapless and non-wired bras goodbye. The sinking realization came—I just couldn’t wear any bra anymore.

And so the search for the perfect bra commenced. I was determined to win the battle with my humongous third chin. Finding the perfect bra in my size, in this country, is like trying to find a unicorn. I scored the lingerie shops, online shops, bazaars, hole in the wall boutiques, and ukay-ukay (yes I did!)! It was a hit-and-miss thing. Whenever I found a bra I thought to be it, there was always something wrong with it. Then I had an epiphany of sorts— not only is the perfect bra elusive, it is also ridiculously expensive. I firmly believe in investing in good bras, so I resorted to ordering mine online. Yes, they were very expensive!

A few months ago during one lucid moment, I wandered off to the lingerie section of a mall, Wacoal’s specifically. I usually don’t bother looking at bras made locally because most of the time, they don’t carry my size. But that day, I struck gold! I found some Wacoal bras in my size. They fit really well, made my twins look gravity defying. Nothing says uh-oh like a bulging back fat, but the bras took care of that as well. I was pleasantly surprised that they didn’t cost me an arm and a leg.  And, ohhhh joy…!!! They didn’t look  like any of the bras my grandmother wore.

The perfect bra opens lots of doors.  The perfect bra will make you look slimmer, taller and boosts your confidence. You can lose pounds instantly with the perfect undergarment. It also does wonders for the posture. When you feel good about yourself,  everything else follows. You will exude beauty and grace, and everyone around you responds accordingly.

No more hiding for me. I can now strut like a 20 year old. I can rock any outfit I didn’t think I could. Confident much, eh? My twins? Gone are the days they cower. Front and center, youthful and unbowed! I am a mom and goddess, ‘nuf said.  

I’ve always wondered how to tell bra manufacturers that there is a niche for bigger sized bras. You can cast an even bigger market should you have bigger sizes (42 D up!). I have friends who complain often how hard it is to look for quality bras with bigger sizes. The ones we often find are either matronly or not durable. I wish you will have more sizes (!) for us whose cups runneth over!


Florentina Homes, Dumaguete


Dumaguete is not known as the City of Gentle People for nothing. I’ve been to Dumaguete a couple of times but just in transit on my way to Siquijor. So one fine May morning, one of the gentlest persons in Cebu (yes, me!), found her wayward self in Dumaguete.

If it is your first time, you wouldn’t want to plant yourself in the most horrid conditions. Trust me, some people have the knack of getting themselves into nasty situations, but fear not, I, the fareless, fearless traveller is here to guide you.

The hotel is about 10 minutes from the port of Dumaguete.  Hail a tricycle and tell the driver to drop you at Florentina Homes. The fare is 10 pesos, 8 pesos for students. Please call the hotel beforehand. It could be fully booked. The hotel has themed apartments to suit your tastes. They are costlier than the hotel rooms by a thousand. Take note and don’t be confused: you can choose an apartment or a hotel room.

I stayed in a deluxe hotel room. For 2,000 a night, it was heaven, perfect for a mini honeymoon. The colors in the room alone will make you forget your problems. What problems?! It was tastefully furnished. I even had a mini balcony!

my balcony, for skagging/smoking!

facade of the hotel at night

stairs leading to the rooms

I gauge a hotel by its bed. The bed was not too soft, not too hard. If you are into bedroom gymnastics, the bed’s headboard is very sturdy, you wouldn’t have to worry about paying for something you break afterwards. The only glitch was the shower. The pressure wasn’t too strong but it didn’t cause me to whine. I don’t know about the other rooms though.

I’m lazy when hungry. Good thing that they have a restaurant and a cafe downstairs. Chill at Rana Verde if you’re into coffee confections and ice cream. Gabby’s Bistro is as quirky as the rooms. The food? Everything was delicious! I haven’t tasted everything, but the dishes I ordered where all delish! I have want need to go back! It is a mortal sin not to try the desserts, particularly Turon de Leche – yummy moist leche flan wrapped in lumpia wrapper topped with vanilla ice cream. So long, diet!

I regret not being able to take pictures of the dishes I had, the room, the vicinity. The reason was I had no plans of writing this blog.  Next time, I will!

Turon de Leche!

mosaic art inside Rasa Verde

Rana Verde cafe interiors

What to do?

– Stroll along the boulevard and feel the sea breeze.

full moon by the boulevard

-Visit Silliman University.

Silliman University

-Explore the city. Everything is near in Dumaguete. Their definition of far is a 15 minute tricycle ride.

-Buy sylvanas, but prepare to forget your diet. Buy early or you’re not getting any. I forgot the exact address, please ask a local, everyone knows where it is.

What not to do?

-Whine and complain why everyone is riding a motorbike.

-Get drunk and start prancing around like a maniac.

-Hoard turon de leche by ordering it as a main course, appetizer and dessert. Hello, diabetes!

Getting there

Manila to Dumaguete – please check PAL and Cebu Pacific for the flights

Cebu Pacific  http://www.cebupacificair.com/index.html

Philippine Airlines  http://www.philippineairlines.com/home/home.jsp

Cebu to Dumaguete

via Oceanjet, Pier 1, Cebu City – The fare is about 950. Best time to leave is through the 6 am trip. You arrive in Dumaguete around 11 am or 1130 am.

Oceanjet website  http://oceanjet.net/

via Liloan, Santander port – Take a Ceres bus or van in Cebu South Terminal. Bus travel is around 3.5 hours to Liloan port. Van is probably lesser. Take the ferry for Sibulan port. The fare is around 40 I think. Travel time is 20-25 minutes. Upon reaching Sibulan port, look for a tricycle to take you to Dumaguete City. Travel time is around 15-20 minutes. Pay 100 if you are in a hurry and can’t wait for other passengers to fill the tricycle.

Florentina Homes website: http://www.florentinahomes.com/