A few thoughts about boobs:
about boobs.
For those of you who haven't seen the pic, it's here: http://s131.photobucket.com/albums/p298/lilredjammies/?action=view¤t=Sept12_2007_2.jpg
I've lost 145 pounds in the last thirteen months, and not much of it has come off my chest. A friend saw this pic, and so did her hubby, and they both had the same reaction.
"That's a great pic, but you'd be overwhelmingly hot if you got a better bra."
I will admit, the thought of being "hot," something I have never been in my life, was tempting, and I asked someone for bra-buying advice, and looked around a bit, and finally decided against bra-shopping.
I've never liked these things attached to my chest.
I had them early, and when I was in junior high and had to walk past the high school to get to choir practice, the jocks would catcall as I went by.
The sheer weight of them hurts, whether they're in or out of a bra.
I've rolled over on them wrong in bed, had them get caught in doors, knelt on by my ex, etc.
They're not sexy to me. Fat is not a responsive type of flesh. Granted, my nipples are sensitive, but they are a tiny portion of my boobs, and there is very damn little a man can do with them that has any sexual effect on me.
Putting these floppy things in a tight, structured, lift-and-separate, earthquake-proof, steel-belted bra is false advertising.
A fancy bra is equal to TEN bubble bars, which is twenty baths.
So, as long as they're not actively south of my waistband, and until I have reached my goal weight and can have these ****ing things reduced, I will wear my old bras and take them off the minute I get into my house.
3 comments:
You have boobs?
I never get past those gorgeous eyes.
Link's not working. Just takes me to the main page of photobucket.
Ya know, a good bra is not false advertising. It will make you feel better and look better. All day as opposed to several hours in the bath.
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