So I went shopping with
kellinator tonight, and we hit the Victoria's Secret sale. I was just looking for new panties, as mine are barely there anymore (I hate shopping and try to do it as little as possible). But right up front, they had the sale bras.
Now, since I've gained weight, my old bras weren't fitting just exactly right - they're demibras, and I had way more bulgeover than I'd like. Didn't look that nice. So, since I was wearing a 34B, I grabbed some full-coverage Bs and a C, just i n case... told
kellinator I was going to try them on to see what size I am, and she told me that the salespeople to free measuring. So we found a saleslady, and she took one look at me, asked what size I was wearing, and laughed. Measured me ju st to be sure... and told me I was a D-cup.
I'm a D-cup?
So I was like, no way. And she told me I definitely was, grabbed me a 34D bra, and had me try it on.
Holy shit.
People say that the right bra makes a huge difference. I thought they were bullshitting in order to fool women into buying pricier bras.
Y'know what? They're *right*. I went from feeling saggy and bulgy to looking like Jayne fucking Mansfield, let me tell you. Marilyn Monroe boobs, I have now. I cannot believe how I look. It's like I have whole new boobs. And these bras have *support*. And they are *comfy*. And *pretty*. And $38, but hell, I went from being "ehhh" to "va-va-voom" in this bra, so I bought three and I'm throwing the old ones out.
Damn.
I'm checking myself out. I have a nice rack now, dude. I even had
yendi take a picture.
Cool.
Now, since I've gained weight, my old bras weren't fitting just exactly right - they're demibras, and I had way more bulgeover than I'd like. Didn't look that nice. So, since I was wearing a 34B, I grabbed some full-coverage Bs and a C, just i n case... told
I'm a D-cup?
So I was like, no way. And she told me I definitely was, grabbed me a 34D bra, and had me try it on.
Holy shit.
People say that the right bra makes a huge difference. I thought they were bullshitting in order to fool women into buying pricier bras.
Y'know what? They're *right*. I went from feeling saggy and bulgy to looking like Jayne fucking Mansfield, let me tell you. Marilyn Monroe boobs, I have now. I cannot believe how I look. It's like I have whole new boobs. And these bras have *support*. And they are *comfy*. And *pretty*. And $38, but hell, I went from being "ehhh" to "va-va-voom" in this bra, so I bought three and I'm throwing the old ones out.
Damn.
I'm checking myself out. I have a nice rack now, dude. I even had
Cool.
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So, where is this pic? Post, please.
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Adam's uploading the pics. :)
I'm going to miss my button-down shirts, though!
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But thanks! It's good to be appreciated. And not just by random passerby people on the streets of NYC either. Or the guys in the kitchen, for that matter. Like I said, it's good to be appreciated.
Yours aren't half bad either. ;)
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