Being a girl is funny sometimes
So, I'm going bra shopping. I have to. Apparently, like eighty percent of women, I've been wearing the wrong size. I'm not a 34B. Or a 36B.
I'm a 32C or D.
No, really. The fittings and calculators said so.
WTF. 32C. 32D. Depending on how it goes.
I am staring at my chest. I do not look like a C cup. This is going to be fascinating and weird.
Apparently, wearing the right bra can help reshape breast tissue, too, so that may be useful for the scar on my right breast.
I feel so weird!
I need to find dinner. I don't remember what I've eaten, except for a small bowl of wheat flake cereal, a re-heated cheeseburger, and coffee with the Garden Greens Chocoberry powder, which is high-calorie.
I feel less tired, less anxious. Good.
I'm a 32C or D.
No, really. The fittings and calculators said so.
WTF. 32C. 32D. Depending on how it goes.
I am staring at my chest. I do not look like a C cup. This is going to be fascinating and weird.
Apparently, wearing the right bra can help reshape breast tissue, too, so that may be useful for the scar on my right breast.
I feel so weird!
I need to find dinner. I don't remember what I've eaten, except for a small bowl of wheat flake cereal, a re-heated cheeseburger, and coffee with the Garden Greens Chocoberry powder, which is high-calorie.
I feel less tired, less anxious. Good.