Okay, I’m just going to say it. I’ve been thinking it all day. I’ve had this uncomfortable feeling, this little nagging tightness and, oh well…I Hate Bras!
I’m no women’s libber (do they still say that?) No, “let’s all free the tatas “. I have no desire to hang loose, or sag to my knees in front of a crowd. But, at home, by early evening, I am so ready to peel off the darn thing. Some times I think…”who invented these things anyway?”, “who’s idea was it that boobs had to be perky and cinched up?” “Were bras made just to be the thorn in our flesh, that constant poking, pinching feeling?” I thought childbirth was supposed to be our punishment!
Some of you might tell me, just to get a new bra. But I don’t care how many times I’ve watched Oprah on how to measure correctly for a bra, or let the little lady at JC Penney help me…my bra always feel just a wee bit snug, snug enough that by 5 o’clock, I’m ready to burn the darn thing!
While I’m on a roll…I hate underwires. I don’t care how carefully I launder my delicates, eventually I have a wire poking me in the ribs. Grrrr….
And this all must have come on because it’s summer…summer is the worst…ladies, I don’t know about you, but the one place I sweat is under the boobs! No amount of baby powder stops the process…I wonder if we could invent “underboob” deodorant?
So at 49andcounting, you’ll find me home most evenings…braless. And unless you want to see more than you bargained for, you had better call before coming or honk on your way into the driveway! It ain’t pretty, but boy, do I sure feel better 🙂
So glad I got that off my chest!