body image
Dislike:
standing in front of a full length mirror,
trying on bra after bra,
having to explain that this one makes my sides bulge,
this one is gaping, this one is too tight, this one is too noisy,
I can fit my entire hand into the bra --- over the boob!
this one is too ... well... just plain weird,
this one is too thin,
this one is too big,
another gaping one,
and another....
So Dislike:
seeing myself,
my ill formed body,
that is not taken care of,
not exercised enough,
my jelly roll certainly does not look delicious,
it does not make my stomach rumble,
it makes my stomach turn upside down in sickness.
No bra fits,
the bra expert
-who has an ear piece to communicate with the other odd ones that work in that store
-really, do you really need that?
Do you whisper back and forth about how all us aging women with floppy sagging boobige look in the young hip bras?
No bra fits,
well, she suggests a full coverage bra.
not because of my busty bouncy chesty.
no, because my sagging boobies no longer require the sexy look provided by a push up bra.
Might I add, no longer fit in the sexy delicious push up bra.
I grab one that fits, covers the aging girls, rush to get my free panties, and zip to the register.
so ready to be done with this suppose-to-be-pleasing shopping experience.
Before the lady at the cash register looked up at me,
she started talking about the store credit card.
then she saw me.
maybe it was my hair.
or my grubby does-not-fit-with-the-store-image.
or my look of lack of money.
but she stopped talking about it.
did not hassle me about it.
who knows
maybe it was my sagging, bra-gaping boobies.
maybe that is what the little ear piece is for.
to say to each other...
oh here is the old saggies..
don't even offer her a store credit card.
she can only wear one bra in the store-the ugly one - hidden back on shelf m d. ( major droopiness.)
I am to the point of a cover-them-up, separate them so they sit evenly between my pits and my chest bone.
cant have those babies sitting next to each other.
just got to catch them from falling down into the armpits.
no sexiness
no lift
no push up and together
no longer a woman
at least not a booby flaunting woman
just a mom
a teacher
with a non-sexy but gets the job done bra.
and it still squeaks a little.
oh, how I dislike bra shopping.
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as I left the store,
with money spent,
bra bought,
ego shot,
pride gone,
tears in my eyes,
I saw my wonderful kids playing the video game at the kiosk
and
my loving hubby
with a huge bag of assorted chocolates,
all kinds of yummy centers,
all shades of yumminess-from milk chocolate to dark chocolate.
and he really thought
he was going to be able to get
that bag of chocolate out of my hands
while we left the mall?
no way.
I just went bra shopping,
I need all the chocolate I can get.
standing in front of a full length mirror,
trying on bra after bra,
having to explain that this one makes my sides bulge,
this one is gaping, this one is too tight, this one is too noisy,
I can fit my entire hand into the bra --- over the boob!
this one is too ... well... just plain weird,
this one is too thin,
this one is too big,
another gaping one,
and another....
So Dislike:
seeing myself,
my ill formed body,
that is not taken care of,
not exercised enough,
my jelly roll certainly does not look delicious,
it does not make my stomach rumble,
it makes my stomach turn upside down in sickness.
No bra fits,
the bra expert
-who has an ear piece to communicate with the other odd ones that work in that store
-really, do you really need that?
Do you whisper back and forth about how all us aging women with floppy sagging boobige look in the young hip bras?
No bra fits,
well, she suggests a full coverage bra.
not because of my busty bouncy chesty.
no, because my sagging boobies no longer require the sexy look provided by a push up bra.
Might I add, no longer fit in the sexy delicious push up bra.
I grab one that fits, covers the aging girls, rush to get my free panties, and zip to the register.
so ready to be done with this suppose-to-be-pleasing shopping experience.
Before the lady at the cash register looked up at me,
she started talking about the store credit card.
then she saw me.
maybe it was my hair.
or my grubby does-not-fit-with-the-store-image.
or my look of lack of money.
but she stopped talking about it.
did not hassle me about it.
who knows
maybe it was my sagging, bra-gaping boobies.
maybe that is what the little ear piece is for.
to say to each other...
oh here is the old saggies..
don't even offer her a store credit card.
she can only wear one bra in the store-the ugly one - hidden back on shelf m d. ( major droopiness.)
I am to the point of a cover-them-up, separate them so they sit evenly between my pits and my chest bone.
cant have those babies sitting next to each other.
just got to catch them from falling down into the armpits.
no sexiness
no lift
no push up and together
no longer a woman
at least not a booby flaunting woman
just a mom
a teacher
with a non-sexy but gets the job done bra.
and it still squeaks a little.
oh, how I dislike bra shopping.
>
>
as I left the store,
with money spent,
bra bought,
ego shot,
pride gone,
tears in my eyes,
I saw my wonderful kids playing the video game at the kiosk
and
my loving hubby
with a huge bag of assorted chocolates,
all kinds of yummy centers,
all shades of yumminess-from milk chocolate to dark chocolate.
and he really thought
he was going to be able to get
that bag of chocolate out of my hands
while we left the mall?
no way.
I just went bra shopping,
I need all the chocolate I can get.