Don't Be A Boob
I'm not talking about diabetes today.
Today I'd like to discuss boobs. Because let's face it, boobs have Highs and Lows too. For me, today is a low boob day at least on the right side. The left one is pretty high.
You see, my husband believes that my body woes go hand in hand with my poor undergarment selection. That if I wore pretty underthings, maybe the rest of me would feel pretty too. (Good thought, honey, but not at all true.) So we went shopping on Sunday for new underthings. Ugh.
We spent about 2 hours looking at bras and then trying them on. There must have been 20 of them. Ugh. Its almost as bad as trying on bathing suits but at least in this case you get to leave your pants on. Did I mention that I hate trying stuff on?
I ended up with 4 nice bras - the polka dot, the baby doll, the swirly black thing and the cheeta-licious one. They have sat untouched in the Kohls bag since Sunday because the pants that I did not try on in the store (because I knew they would fit), didn't fit. And that pissed me off, so I didnt want to look in the bag at all after that. Ugh.
But today I busted them out (get it?). Ha ha.
I wore the baby doll bra today and I have been reminded time and time again today of how much I miss my frumpy, comfy bras. My right boob keeps falling out of the cup and wiggling all around in my shirt. The left one looks awesome though...go figure. I even made sure the bra matched the underwear I was wearing. Most days Im lucky if my shoes match, so this was really an amazing task for me this morning.
P.S.
I packed a frumpy, comfy bra in my lunch bag so that if things got out of hand today, I could change. This too was an amazing feat, since most days I can't even remember my lunch!
Today I'd like to discuss boobs. Because let's face it, boobs have Highs and Lows too. For me, today is a low boob day at least on the right side. The left one is pretty high.
You see, my husband believes that my body woes go hand in hand with my poor undergarment selection. That if I wore pretty underthings, maybe the rest of me would feel pretty too. (Good thought, honey, but not at all true.) So we went shopping on Sunday for new underthings. Ugh.
We spent about 2 hours looking at bras and then trying them on. There must have been 20 of them. Ugh. Its almost as bad as trying on bathing suits but at least in this case you get to leave your pants on. Did I mention that I hate trying stuff on?
I ended up with 4 nice bras - the polka dot, the baby doll, the swirly black thing and the cheeta-licious one. They have sat untouched in the Kohls bag since Sunday because the pants that I did not try on in the store (because I knew they would fit), didn't fit. And that pissed me off, so I didnt want to look in the bag at all after that. Ugh.
But today I busted them out (get it?). Ha ha.
I wore the baby doll bra today and I have been reminded time and time again today of how much I miss my frumpy, comfy bras. My right boob keeps falling out of the cup and wiggling all around in my shirt. The left one looks awesome though...go figure. I even made sure the bra matched the underwear I was wearing. Most days Im lucky if my shoes match, so this was really an amazing task for me this morning.
P.S.
I packed a frumpy, comfy bra in my lunch bag so that if things got out of hand today, I could change. This too was an amazing feat, since most days I can't even remember my lunch!
posted by diabetes mom at 4:49 PM
1 Comments:
Ahh the boob. I too hate the trying on of the bra. The boob is such a confusing thing for me. I hate my own but well I love everyone elses. Well girl boob that is. Man boobs scare me.
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