I wonder if the bra-making industry feels at times they're walking on egg shells for us women.
Always worried that someone will get offended with their product for one reason or another. After all, boobs are no laughing matter, said nocrude person ever.
I mentioned in this post how I once lost 90 pounds and it shows. I'll save you all the nightmares of how this bod looks by keeping my camera tucked away. No need to thank me. My mirror only wishes I would do the same.
But one of the biggest problems I have with the weight loss, and probably the only reason I wish I didn't lose the weight is when it comes down to what's under the bra, or not under the bra, that is.
These babies were a full D after I gave birth to my kids. I finally looked proportional after living my whole life with a round booty and nothing to balance it out on top. "Bubblicious" was my nickname, given to me by two Senior boys in high school. Nothing feels better than to have Senior boys point out aproblem trait you didn't know you had to which you spend the rest of your life hyper-focusing on it, even if they said the nickname was "a good thing". Right.
And now, 90 pounds lighter, these babies point sadly toward the floor, in front of my feet as though to monitor the ground I will be walking upon. They're depressed. And unless I wanna drop $3500 on some silicone, there's no way around it.
I won't bother telling you my cup size. But I do know that I could go one size smaller. I fill out my bra nicely at the bottom of the cup and it's nothing but empty space above it. Does that make me a false advertiser?
A while ago I bought some sport bras (as though I really need them) only to prevent the slapping sounds of loose skin when I run.
But I got tired of how these bras accentuated the fact that each boobie looks like I have half a large Hershey Kiss on my chest when viewing me from the side.
So I decided to buy some padded sport bras. Did you know they had these? I didn't until a couple days ago. Again, these bra companies think of it all.
After looking over the wall of sport bras (c'mon people, can't we just have three to chose from? You know my T2 is going berserk over here) and mentally going through my morning routine as to which bra I could get on the easiest and the fastest, as well as what would work best with my headset cord, as you remember I wear mine under my shirt (and bra), I settled on this:
Always worried that someone will get offended with their product for one reason or another. After all, boobs are no laughing matter, said no
I mentioned in this post how I once lost 90 pounds and it shows. I'll save you all the nightmares of how this bod looks by keeping my camera tucked away. No need to thank me. My mirror only wishes I would do the same.
But one of the biggest problems I have with the weight loss, and probably the only reason I wish I didn't lose the weight is when it comes down to what's under the bra, or not under the bra, that is.
These babies were a full D after I gave birth to my kids. I finally looked proportional after living my whole life with a round booty and nothing to balance it out on top. "Bubblicious" was my nickname, given to me by two Senior boys in high school. Nothing feels better than to have Senior boys point out a
And now, 90 pounds lighter, these babies point sadly toward the floor, in front of my feet as though to monitor the ground I will be walking upon. They're depressed. And unless I wanna drop $3500 on some silicone, there's no way around it.
I won't bother telling you my cup size. But I do know that I could go one size smaller. I fill out my bra nicely at the bottom of the cup and it's nothing but empty space above it. Does that make me a false advertiser?
A while ago I bought some sport bras (as though I really need them) only to prevent the slapping sounds of loose skin when I run.
But I got tired of how these bras accentuated the fact that each boobie looks like I have half a large Hershey Kiss on my chest when viewing me from the side.
So I decided to buy some padded sport bras. Did you know they had these? I didn't until a couple days ago. Again, these bra companies think of it all.
After looking over the wall of sport bras (c'mon people, can't we just have three to chose from? You know my T2 is going berserk over here) and mentally going through my morning routine as to which bra I could get on the easiest and the fastest, as well as what would work best with my headset cord, as you remember I wear mine under my shirt (and bra), I settled on this:
In white.
And I gave it a try this morning.
I snapped the front of and instantly didn't like how it felt (but hey, my boobs suddenly looked alive). I guess I could've tried this thing on at the store. But I usually don't try on clothing. Something weird about it.
I couldn't figure out why I didn't like the fit until I had finished getting ready.
For one, there's is an extra strap in my back. I felt like this bra was doing all that it could to make sure that I was going to stand up straight, shoulders back, and boobs forward. I guess they don't know that I already do that; cheers to Mom and her constant nagging that I need to sit/stand up straight my first 18 years of life.
Now the shoulder straps. They hug too close to my neck. Why can't they just sit on my damn shoulders like regular bras do? My old sports bras did. These things were irritating as they rubbed my skin. On top of that, the shoulder straps were padded.
And then it clicked. I looked at myself in the mirror and chuckled, "Good thing this bra can hold these massive boulders that I lug around."
Obviously, I don't need a sports bra with extra back support and neither are my boobs so heavy that I need to have the shoulder straps padded and closer to my neck.
But of course, these bra companies don't want to offend those who haven't been blessed with decent-sized ta-tas. Or maybe it's just easier to make these bras all the same. Regardless, I'll pretend like the bra company believes what I got is "big enough" to have added support in the back and shoulders.
Thanks, Bra Maker Person. It's nice to assume I've got the boobies of Pam Anderson every now and then.
