Since we've started walking our dogs each day, they've gotten a bit more hyper in the mornings. Hyper, and hungry apparently. Today's breakfast consisted of my bra, and my daughter's shoes.
Now, this was my only bra. The other one fell pray to the animals a very long time ago. (or maybe it was the kids?) Eh, either way, it disappeared. This bra was increasingly uncomfortable. As soon as I got home, I'd yank that sucker off. It was so tight, I simply could not breathe. I've been meaning to buy a new one, but someone else always needs something more so I make due. All in all, the dogs actually did me a favor by forcing me to get a new one today.
My daughter and I went to the lingerie section and grabbed a bra, same size and brand as the old one. I stand forever, waiting for someone to unlock the door. I even pick up their phone, and use their intercom to call someone back there. Finally, we get tired of waiting and my daughter climbs under the door to unlock it for me. In I go.
Now, I don't know about you, but I see no need to completely undress just to try on a bra. I take my arms out of my shirt, leave the shirt around my neck, and throw that sucker on. I can't even make the backstraps meet, let alone hook it up. And well, C cup just ain't kicking it. After we try on a few, we discover I'm size 40D. (Guys, don't drool please. That's way too much, and often uncomfortable!)
Looking around, we could only find ONE bra in my size. My daughter spots another on another rack. It's a push up bra. "Baby girl, honey, anyone who is a D cup does NOT need a push UP bra sweetheart. Push up bras make it look like you have more than what you do. I don't need to look any bigger child! If anything, people who are D cups need push DOWN bras!" This elicited the laughter and agreement from the ladies around me.
I'm about to have to start shopping in the "Just My Size" aisle. The thing is, I don't FEEL this big. So, the jeans are a bit tight during a certain time of the month, (but loose the other three weeks) and my large shirts are a bit small upstairs. But when I look in the mirror, I see the same person that I did twenty years ago. I don't feel any different. I don't feel "big". I don't look big to me. I'm just me. So who is this woman that I'm shopping for? It certainly can't be me!
Okay, so I'm not the same size zero that I was just six years ago. But come on now, who really likes being that small??? Scrawny, cold, headaches all of the time, and I haven't even mentioned the mood swings yet! No, I've had a lot of self esteem issues over the years, but being 'big' has never been one of them. If anything, I used to be concerned over how small I was. I think I'm a healthy weight now, even if my bras and shirts disagree.
No matter what weight a female is, it is my hope that she sees herself as a creature of beauty each time she looks in the mirror. Women come in all different shapes and sizes, and each form is unique. It is because of this uniqueness that each and every single female is gorgeous right down to the bone.
You'll never find a push up bra in my house, nor will you find diet pills, or diet shakes. I hope to never find them in my daughter's house as well. I am exactly as I am supposed to be, no bigger and no smaller. I just hope I'm not meant to be any bigger in the upstairs area. Pretty soon, I'm just gonna have to buy basketball hoop netting and attach it to a rope to hold things up! :D
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