Fill Me Up
I just had lunch with a girlfriend who was discussing her bras as if there was variety. Please. Mine are like socks, all the same and just as boring.
That's the difference between someone with boobs and without. I need to attach breasts to my breasts so it looks like I've got something. There is no other option.
Even back in the day - pre breast feeding - when I had semi decent boobs, I was still recruited to do a commercial for those chicken fillet inserts. Oh yeah, I had a "friend" who pinpointed me as perfect to show the difference between flat and plump! I agreed to do the silly thing not realizing people would recognize me at gym as the girl who was running around in a bikini with chicken fillets. And those were the good old days. I think I was a B cup. Now I'm lucky if I crack an A.
I can't walk out of my house without attaching some serious artillery. My last bra fitting involved the sales assistant bringing out the mother of gel bras. My boobs looked so fabulous I bought five of them. Yep, all the same. If there was another style that did the same job, trust me, I'd go for it.
Not even Victoria's Secret could live up to this bra I've got. On a recent trip to the US, I dropped in the store to concentrate on my bottom half and was stopped by the sales assistant waving the hottest new gel bra. I discouraged her from wasting her time with me but she insisted on me checking it out. It only took a quick feel to realize it wasn't going to touch the sides. The problem is the bra I have makes my boobs look so decent that people actually think I have something to start with. I've even had moments where friends of mine thought I had a boob job. I can live with that.
But as far as my participation in the bra-for-this-and-the-bra-for-that conversation, I'm a one hit gel wonder. Well actually, I've just discovered I can change the straps. So there you go I've got variety called "clear". Now, that's what I call living dangerously!
I just had lunch with a girlfriend who was discussing her bras as if there was variety. Please. Mine are like socks, all the same and just as boring.
That's the difference between someone with boobs and without. I need to attach breasts to my breasts so it looks like I've got something. There is no other option.
Even back in the day - pre breast feeding - when I had semi decent boobs, I was still recruited to do a commercial for those chicken fillet inserts. Oh yeah, I had a "friend" who pinpointed me as perfect to show the difference between flat and plump! I agreed to do the silly thing not realizing people would recognize me at gym as the girl who was running around in a bikini with chicken fillets. And those were the good old days. I think I was a B cup. Now I'm lucky if I crack an A.
I can't walk out of my house without attaching some serious artillery. My last bra fitting involved the sales assistant bringing out the mother of gel bras. My boobs looked so fabulous I bought five of them. Yep, all the same. If there was another style that did the same job, trust me, I'd go for it.
Not even Victoria's Secret could live up to this bra I've got. On a recent trip to the US, I dropped in the store to concentrate on my bottom half and was stopped by the sales assistant waving the hottest new gel bra. I discouraged her from wasting her time with me but she insisted on me checking it out. It only took a quick feel to realize it wasn't going to touch the sides. The problem is the bra I have makes my boobs look so decent that people actually think I have something to start with. I've even had moments where friends of mine thought I had a boob job. I can live with that.
But as far as my participation in the bra-for-this-and-the-bra-for-that conversation, I'm a one hit gel wonder. Well actually, I've just discovered I can change the straps. So there you go I've got variety called "clear". Now, that's what I call living dangerously!
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