#96: Get Measured for a Bra

Dear Internet,

My how the universe works in mysterious ways.  I didn't go to the gym at all last week due to the aforementioned crude and I wasn't all that enthusiastic about going yesterday.  But I had a new podcast to listen to and I felt tired and I knew I'd feel better if I just pushed myself and went.  So, I did.

And right there slapped up on the front door was an advertisement for bra fittings.  My gym does promotional events every month or so and Essentials Bodywear just happened to be the company they were hawking  for April. 

I signed my name by the 12:45 appointment and took my lunch break today to get measured for a bra (number 96 on my list of 100).

See I come from a long line of lingerie ignorers.  Every year for Christmas in addition to whatever we were giving my mom that year my dad and I had strict instructions to buy her plain white cotton panties and bras.  She wore those things until the elastic was shot, then they became dust rags.  My mom, she was very practical.  Lingerie just wasn't a priority for her. 

And like mother like daughter.  I'll wear a bra until the underwire is poking through and there are holes in the cup.  If I don't have plans for a hot date I really don't care what's going under my clothes.  My underwear drawer is a sad sad thing Internet.  I make do with Target brands and plain utilitarian undergarments.

But that has all changed.  The error of my ways has been revealed.  The good news is although I was wearing cheap bras I was at least wearing the right size.  38D.

I won the first battle.  And I wasn't convinced that what Julie had in her bag of tricks was really going to make all that much difference.  I was wearing the right size.  It was a pretty decent bra.  What did I need with her expensive stuff?

Oh how I was wrong Internet.  I stuffed my boobs into that 62 dollar contraption and the hills came alive with the sound of music.  I'm not lying I could hear singing, and bird chirping.  I almost twirled around right there in the bathroom. 

That thing did stuff.  It put my breasts where god and everyone could see them.  It lifted.  Separated.  Supported.  Instead of having a boob fat roll I had BOOBS.  Tits even.  But not in a slutty way.  In a natural this is how a woman is supposed to look way.

Julie didn't even have time to give me her sales pitch I just yelled from the stall I'll take it.  Then she explained I couldn't have that one.  She'd have to place an order for me and mine would arrive in 2-3 weeks.  The singing stopped Internet and Julie had to come in a pry that thing off me.  I didn't want to let it go it was the best thing that's ever happened to my breasts.

So I ordered two and very reluctantly put my breasts in my Target bra and slunk back to work.

Grand total-122.46 cents for two bras.  Loving your breasts-priceless.

-The Paper Dolls wants to buy the world a new bra

Comments

[antiplath]

Not much beats a really great bra, I agree. It's even better than a brand new set of contact lenses or a new toothbrush. They are SO worth the money.

[Kerilyn]

You are so cute... I love reading you..... :)

[Kitty]

This post made my night!