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Jazzitude In reply to Jazzitude [2010-06-26 07:50:33 +0000 UTC]

look

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Greensupersheep In reply to melharvey [2009-01-06 12:33:04 +0000 UTC]

what will you write on this ad?

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melharvey In reply to Greensupersheep [2009-01-06 14:27:06 +0000 UTC]

hi there,

firstly thank you for getting back to me. i actually wanted to attach 2 of the ads that have already been done, but see you cannot add attachments on this site. so i will attach the copy from one of them. they have been written by female copywriters and relay experiences all of us or our friends have had. hope you like them and we would really love to use your shot. the copy for the ad we want to use your picture for has still not been approved by our creative director, so i have not attached that one.


FIRST AD

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
D
o you remember when you were a small girl with a flat
chest? You’d look at your mother and hope one day
you too would have breasts like hers. You couldn’t
wait for them to miraculously appear, so you’d play dress up,
paint your face with lipstick, put on high-heels, and stuff one
of Mum’s bras with tissues. How ladylike you felt.
Remember when you changed after sports at school and
noticed that some girls had been given their breasts before
you? You envied the attention they got from boys. And
you couldn’t wait any longer. Remember that big day when
your mother took you to get your first bra? The excitement,
the embarrassment, and how ready you said you were.

How you swelled with pride. Even if your breasts didn’t.
And remember how slowly the bra did begin to fill, and
before you knew it, you needed a bigger one? How you finally
felt like a real woman, and men treated you that way too.
Remember the pleasure you got from your breasts, and truth
be told, even used them to your advantage sometimes.
Then one day, in the shower you feel a lump. You freeze,
your mind races. It can’t be happening. Not to you. Maybe it’s
nothing. But it feels like something. You wait a day or two and hope
against hope it goes away. You scour the internet. You discuss it
with friends. The stories propel you into action.
The doctor says at your age, you should be fine. When she
feels it, the look on her face says something else. You’re sent
for a mammogram, and an ultrasound. You keep asking Can
you see anything?’ No’, you’ll have to wait. If you’re unlucky,
you’re sent for more tests and you begin to feel like a terrified
little girl. They’re the only pair of breasts you have and now it
seems like they are letting you down. You feel betrayed, angry
and sorry for yourself. You’ve heard it is genetic so you blame
your mother too.You wait in anguish for the results. Tick, tock.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
The doctor calls. This time, thankfully, it is something
that turned out to be nothing. Fibrous tissue they say. You cry.
And you cry, with relief. And while you promise to check your
breasts religiously, you realise this could have all been avoided.
Now remember back to when you were that flat-chested
little girl and how long you waited for your breasts to grow.
They may not have grown exactly as you would’ve liked. They
may be too saggy, too small or back-breaking. But they’re
yours. And they’re a part of you. Take the time to check them
regularly, and visit [link] for helpful advice.
That way, you have less chance of losing them.


SECOND AD

Boys, bumps and blueberries.

I remember the year underwear became a hot
topic in primary school. Who wore what. Whose
was showing. Who forgot to put any on. It was
around the same time that many of us started
wearing the coveted starter bra. A bold new world
awaited. For those of us in-the-know, the starter
bra was a status symbol. It said, ‘I may not have
boobs yet… but just you wait.’ And later, when
it was time, I was ready for the real thing.
Of course, the road to womanhood was, erm…
bumpy. First, the dreaded ‘Snap!’ on the back from
the witless boys in the schoolyard. Worse still, the
shameful ninth grade pool-party bikini malfunction.
And years later, the morbid realisation that sometimes
breasts get confused with brains, talent and
even personality. And so, I learned the naked truth:
breasts are a complicated business.
Last autumn, though, I hadn’t thought about
breasts in a long time. Life was filled with more
important things. Looming deadlines. A desperaately-
needed haircut. Groceries. That is, until the
day I felt it.
A lump the size of a largish blueberry.
I told myself it was nothing. I waited for an
entire week, hoping it would go away.
It didn’t.
My best friend Sarah gave me hell for not doing
more self-examinations or going for screenings.
She squeezed my hand tight, and marched me
to the clinic. Perhaps a mammography isn’t really
that big a deal, but I could hear my heart thumping.
My mind raced to all the women I knew who had
been diagnosed. Farah, my flatmate at college.
Mrs. Shankar, my tenth grade Math teacher.
My co-worker, Sulyn. My Auntie Claire. I waited
in anguish for the results.
A few minutes, and then a few more. Finally,
the doctor called me into her office. Looking me
straight in the eye, she told me that I needed to
pay regular attention to my breasts. Not only when
it’s convenient. Not every-so-often-when-I’m-notsooooo-
crazy-busy. Every month. No matter what.
That way, if there were any significant changes,
I’d be more likely to notice them early. She put
her hand on my arm, and told me… I was fine.
Walking home that night, I felt so lucky. My mind
wandered, and I remembered how complicated
life was as an everyday kid with a growing body.
Then I realised something. Breasts aren’t as
complicated as I once thought. At least they
don’t need to be. Through cringe-worthy fashion,
regrettable boyfriends and the stinging snaps
of my bra, my breasts have only ever needed
one thing from me, and that’s to be treated with
care. I now check them every month, log onto
[link] if I need any advice
and treat them with the respect they deserve.

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Greensupersheep In reply to melharvey [2009-01-07 19:19:55 +0000 UTC]

ok)) I likethis text, so you may take my photo
you may contact me by e-mail greensupersheep@gmail.com

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Greensupersheep In reply to keringo [2008-11-24 10:35:43 +0000 UTC]

thanks)

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