Random TMI

Ummmm. . . .there WAS something specific I wanted to write about, but damned if I can remember what that was. So, instead, I will entertain you with my thoughts on. . . . .


Bras.


Yeah, bras. They suck. I haven't had a good bra ever, and I haven't had one that has fit since I got married and gained 50 pounds. Some part of my brain that doesn't use common sense told me the whole time that my boobs hadn't gotten any bigger, just my butt, thighs, calves, arms, waist, and hips. But not my boobs. So I assumed until just a short while ago, that I was still a B. A few months ago, I decided that it was time to treat myself to a new bra, one that was a little nicer than the ones I had. I hadn't bought any since before I was married (one was from high school), so it must be time, right? So out I went, and bought a bra, without trying it on (ick!).

It didn't fit.

My boobs were hanging out of every side a bra has. So I figured, I couldn't have gotten that much bigger, and so (instead of getting measured), I bought 2 C cups.

STILL TOO SMALL.

But I kept wearing them, thinking that maybe it was just the cheap-o Walmart bras I got. The girl half of The Army Friends even bought me a really cute bra, and when she asked me what size I was, I told her C.

That's when I realized I was fooling myself. The bra, while extremely cute, (and gives me great cleavage), is also boob-spillover city. So, I finally had The Man measure me (he greatly enjoyed that), and it turns out that I'm a D. A D for crying out loud! I dreamed of being so big when I was in 7th, 8th, 9th, etc. grades and all my friends had nice racks. I never, ever thought I would achieve that. I was teased for years because of how flat I was (and back when I was a "bad" girl, I even had a guy tell me that he didn't date girls who's bras had less than 3 hooks, and preferred 5, so I was out since my bra had one. What a winner). So I resigned myself to being tiny all my life, and was at least happy I eventually fit into a B.

*sigh*

Those were the days. At least I got to wear cute/sexy bras. Now, I can't find a bra to save my life. If it fits in the cup, it cuts into my sides, if it fits on the sides, the cup is too small, and if I get one of those "full figured" bras, every thing fits except the top of the cup is baggy. And it looks like I wearing armor. So what's a girl to do? I can't afford 50+ dollars to get a bra in my size. And even if I could, they are all hideous! GAH!

Yes, yes, I know that if I just lost 10 pounds or so, I would probably be able to find a good, sexy/cute bra, easily. But The Man would be very, very sad.

And truthfully, so would I.