My boobs are still making me and my man very happy. The tiny little cotton bra tops from American Apparal no longer can contain "the girls." When I wear the "small" that I have worn every day for 4 years, the bottom hem doesn't even come close to touching my rib cage. and the tri kinda top cuts across my massive bosoms in a way that suggests growing out of a training bra.
The medium and large size kinda work. Which is awesome. Cause, no longer small.
BUT: they just don't offer enough support. Walking quickly across the street means I'm wrapping one arm around my chest. This has never happened before. As a senior in HS I once ran, trapped, kicked and jumped my way through varsity soccer practice with no running bra, no bra, no support at all.
As my coach at the time said: "Bra, you don't need a bra. Get on the field!" Yelled loudly enough for the boy's football team to hear (nothing they didn't know already) in a thick Dutch accent, maybe while twirling his long, white mustache. Ah, Mr. Bamburger! (Not sure how to spell it!)
I think it's time for bra. A real bra. For a Woman. He he he.
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