I went bra shopping today. Nightmare, nightmare.
I hate my boobs.
I love them because they're the life of the party,
but I hate them because of every other reason.
I loved them as a teenager
I'd get free things from places whenever I wore low cut shirts
But then upon entering the bar scene,
I finally understood the whole
"HEY, they don't talk back, but my FACE does"
If you're an A, B, even C cup, you get cute bras.
If you're a 40D, you get black or white.
Not to mention that once you hit D, it seems like
those bras are made to hide your cup size rather than proudly display them
All I want is a decent push up bra that has these puppies up to my chin!
and it seems like whenever I lose weight,
they get -bigger- wtf?
I know I could have it so much worse,
but damn.
THEY ALSO HAVE A FAN CLUB.