My boobs are massive.
That’s not my word, by the way. That’s the word that’s been used by others (mostly men) to describe them. I’m not one to argue, as I’m the one who has to tote the damn things around with me everywhere. I’ve spent more money on bras in my lifetime then I’ve spent on shoes. And God forbid I lose/gain any weight at all; my body morphs and somehow manages not to be ANY of my previous sizes, and it’s time for another crop of boob prisons.
I work in a corporate, client-facing role, so going without a bra (while certainly not listed anywhere in the dress code) isn’t an option for me; my professional wardrobe would fit completely wrong. (A lot of women’s clothing is specifically tailored for a bra-clad silhouette.) But outside of work? Running errands? Grocery shopping?
Bra, bye.
I long for a day when my girls can flop and jiggle freely. I doubt I’ll see it in my lifetime, but maybe someday…
