Doing Something I Hate
So I went to Kohls. Let the torture begin.
Padded bras don’t work. I’m already big enough, I don’t need to look any bigger.
I can’t wear the pretty/sexy lacy bras; they don’t work with a tee shirt. They don’t look smooth, they leave bumps. Some make you look like Madonna, with the points. I don’t care to have torpedo boobs. Some don’t cover me on the side, others cut into your boobs.
What is a voluptuous girl to do? I refuse to over pay for a bra. Nobody but my husband sees it. Not that he’s not worth it.
Much to my surprise, the first bra I tried on fit me perfect. OMG! Am I dreaming? This can’t be happening to me. Never has this happened to me. Thank you, Playtex. I found the Playtex Secrets fit me very well. So a scrambling through every bra on the rack, no pun intended, to find more in my size. I knew that this dream must be becoming to an end, when I only found one more in my size. Damn it, I need more than just 2 new bras.
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