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Does Size Matter?
Recently I was reading a book—a romance of course—which was fairly well written and had a good plot hook. I was looking forward to sinking into the pages (or onto the screen) and thoroughly enjoying myself. Then something happened that pulled me out of the story, something that irritated me so much I felt like emailing the author. From then on all I could think about was that thing and I couldn’t fully enjoy the novel.
What I’m talking about is describing physical attributes. As romance novelists it’s something we’re required to do. People need to know if their heroine has dark hair, blue eyes, long legs, or that their hero has a scar on his right hip. But how specific should we be?
Back to this book I was reading. The heroine had body issues when it came to her chest. She describes her breasts as ‘fleshy’, ‘big’ and even ‘enormous’. She complains of the many times men have leered openly down her top. I’m starting to think this poor girl has a serious Dolly Parton issue happening. Being of not exactly small proportions myself I sympathized. I saw myself in this girl, which is what any author wants.
Then she mentioned her size. Our heroine’s breasts were a size D. Excuse me? Thinking there must be some cross country size misinterpretation (I’m Australian), I had to google US bra sizes just to be sure. A D is the same down under as it is over there—and to my mind folks, a D is not enormous. A quick search of average bra sizes provided varying information, but some articles state it’s 34B and others go as high as 36D. So this would put our heroine’s breast size at average or one or two sizes above. Which makes the descriptors ‘enormous’ and ‘fleshy’ a bit inaccurate, to my way of thinking. And without wearing my measurements on my sleeve, I was an early developer and with weight fluctuations and two pregnancies behind me, I haven’t seen a D cup bra in quite some time. I’d love to be as SMALL as a D. I know, I know. Don’t pelt fruit at me, it’s not as much fun as it looks. I couldn’t help but take exception to the author’s use of so many negative size descriptors for breasts that were smaller than mine and not a lot bigger than average.
I recently penned a heroine who was a smidge under 5’10” and I described her as ‘tall for a female’. In light of my recent reading experience I wonder if that’s going to put all the 6’ tall females off side. 5’10” seems tall to a short stuff like me but what do I know? Dress size might be another potential minefield. I can’t recall many romance novels where the heroine’s dress size was mentioned specifically, but what woman doesn’t know hers? Love it or hate it, we all KNOW it. The size issue is very often avoided in romanceland—to reduce the chance of a reader having a reaction like the one I had?
What do you think? Should authors just not mention size at all and let the readers paint their own picture, or would you prefer to know? Are there any physical descriptions that have boggled your mind? Totally upset that I’ve ranted on about boobs for five paragraphs? Let me know.

I can relate. I am also way beyond a simple ‘d’ as well. I get tired of all the books where the heroine is small chested. It’s very rare that books let us big chested girls have our day in the sun.
My biggest issue is when writers over endow their men. I mean, c’mon people. I love a well endowed man as much as the next girl, but seriously, as thick as her wrist? Or better yet, the width of her forearm? Have a look at your forearm. Now picture it there. And unless the man has a very short torso he aint getting near me with something that reaches his belly button! Think about it! ow. Yeah, we can push a baby out of that orafice, but that hurts. Besides, how in the world can we expect these men to walk around with that kind of baggage between their legs? sheesh
Lainey you crack me up! I’ve had my own ick factor moments at some scenes where the hero is described as so large… especially if the heroine is petite. I just wonder how they’re going to manage it! Perhaps a vague description of him being well equipped is enough, rather than going with ‘the width of her forearm’. Yikes!
I have read many romance novels where the heroine is described as having small breasts and then at some stage in the book this issue is raised with the man and he reassures her. I suppose the essence of this is to let the reader know that he loves her no matter what. I agree Sami, I don’t think writers need to be specific with descriptions. Half the fun is forming a picture in your mind of the characters and enjoying using your imagination.
That is what is so dissappointing generally when a book is made into a movie. You have formed a picture of the characters in your head and then Hollywood destroys it by choosing the wrong actor.
I recently experienced this with Twilight after reading all the books I thought I should watch the first movie before the second one is out. I was extremely dissappointed in the actor choice of a lot of the characters and now wish I had never watched it and stopped at the books.
Let us keep dreaming!!
Gee, I would feel the same. It is not necessary to mention size in that regard. A reader can form their own opinion without telling us a cup size. lol
Ro, that could be a topic for one of my blog posts. Movies that didn’t live up to the book…
Hi Suz!
Ah, Sami
I wish I knew my dress size. But seeing as I’m putting on so much weight everday, each time I go shopping that darn size changes. (And it ain’t getting any smaller.)
As for those fleshy D’s? I long for the days I was that small. Please, don’t let the author of your quoted book anywhere near me. While I may no longer have, er… molehills, I’m not quite ready for them to be described as mountains.
Jess