Bra Drama
Shopping is something I avoid at all costs, unless it's for movies, books, and the odd Snickers bar. I only shop for clothes when avoidance is no longer possible.
Today, I went to the Tacoma mall with my mother because I needed some new bras and couldn't afford to get them myself this week ... and thus remembered *why* I hate shopping with my mother. Damn my stupid bra for snapping its underwire and leaving me hanging (oh, shuddup). It wouldn't have been so bad if mom hadn't said loud enough for people to hear that I should excerise more so my boobs will shrink and I don't have to buy DDs anymore.
MOM: Three stores and we still haven't found anything that fits properly. Ay, mija -- how you got boobies so big I don't understand.
ME: *points at mom's buxom cleavage bitterly* You have only yourself to blame, old woman.
MOM: Hmph. Oh! You should get a membership to the YMCA -- I bet lifting some weights or something will shrink some of that away, and you don't have to buy such big sizes! It's like you have two melons hiding under your blouse, mija! Young girls shouldn't have boobies like that. If only you were skinnier -- oh! Here's a nice one with lace! No, not that one -- it makes them go up too high. You'll look like a hooker.
*Mexican couple glancing at us trying not to laugh ... me trying not to blush myself into unconsciousness*
ME: Mama, for the love of all things holy, please stop.
MOM: *sigh* Let's go to that Lane Brian store ... they might have something better. If you'd lose some weight, we wouldn't even have to go to the fat girls store.
ME: *facepalm, mutters* I am a big girl, and it's Lane Bryant, mom. *sigh*
MOM: Stop pouting, you look like a fish.
ME: =P
MOM: That's better. *kisses*
ME: *smiles despite self* Thanks, mom.
Yes, ours is a strange love, but I do love my mommy. And I did end up with bras that fit ... even if I did have to go to the fat girls store, so yay!
Today, I went to the Tacoma mall with my mother because I needed some new bras and couldn't afford to get them myself this week ... and thus remembered *why* I hate shopping with my mother. Damn my stupid bra for snapping its underwire and leaving me hanging (oh, shuddup). It wouldn't have been so bad if mom hadn't said loud enough for people to hear that I should excerise more so my boobs will shrink and I don't have to buy DDs anymore.
MOM: Three stores and we still haven't found anything that fits properly. Ay, mija -- how you got boobies so big I don't understand.
ME: *points at mom's buxom cleavage bitterly* You have only yourself to blame, old woman.
MOM: Hmph. Oh! You should get a membership to the YMCA -- I bet lifting some weights or something will shrink some of that away, and you don't have to buy such big sizes! It's like you have two melons hiding under your blouse, mija! Young girls shouldn't have boobies like that. If only you were skinnier -- oh! Here's a nice one with lace! No, not that one -- it makes them go up too high. You'll look like a hooker.
*Mexican couple glancing at us trying not to laugh ... me trying not to blush myself into unconsciousness*
ME: Mama, for the love of all things holy, please stop.
MOM: *sigh* Let's go to that Lane Brian store ... they might have something better. If you'd lose some weight, we wouldn't even have to go to the fat girls store.
ME: *facepalm, mutters* I am a big girl, and it's Lane Bryant, mom. *sigh*
MOM: Stop pouting, you look like a fish.
ME: =P
MOM: That's better. *kisses*
ME: *smiles despite self* Thanks, mom.
Yes, ours is a strange love, but I do love my mommy. And I did end up with bras that fit ... even if I did have to go to the fat girls store, so yay!