Anywhoo...for years, I've been a 36B, at least I thought I was. Sometimes I was a 38B, depending on the bra. Well, I haven't bought a bra in a very long time, mostly because the bras I do have are pretty damn comfortable, like an old pair of shoes that fit just right.
But recently, my ol' faithfuls have begun to fray and show their age. So, I decided to see about finding some new bras. I'm picky about bras. For example, I hate underwire. I don't need 'em, there's nothing extra to support, my bloody chest is not the Brooklyn Bridge, it needs no suspension. I also don't like lace, 'cause it's itchy. Give me t-shirt bras and give them now!
So anyway, I went to the store, tried on some bras and discovered that I have ventured into the excruciatingly hard to fit bra size of 40 B. Find me a 40 B. With no underwire, made of cotton. That doesn't look like something my grandma would wear.
I can't find any damn bras that fit comfortably. And it pisses me off.
Boys, if you're still reading this, let me tell you something: a woman in an uncomfortable fitting bra is a beast you do NOT want to taunt.
Currents...
Currently Reading...
The Wild Baron by Catherine Coulter. Smuttttyyyyy romance. Indeed!
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Bush...Sixteen Stone
Currently Watching...
I dunno. Is it funny?
