First and foremost I want to thank you all for your condolences and sweet thoughts! Me, my husband, and his family really appreciate it!
There’s nothing better to do to get things off your mind than go BRA SHOPPING!! It’s a nice self-esteem booster–right up there with trying on jeans and bathing suits. Anyone else hate trying on bras? I DO NOT! Lauren and I headed out to Victoria’s Secret anyways to see if we could depress ourselves into oblivion.
Apparently my boobs and back have spawned into something out of this world because nothing, NOTHING fit. It didn’t help that it seems that the bra that I had been wearing for the last year (sick I know) had stretched and turned into some hybrid size–so I really had no idea what size i was. I was afraid to get fitted because I didn’t want the Victoria’s Secret lady saying, “I’m sorry we actually don’t carry 48 AA.” After the first round of bras (which none of them fit) I believe the terms “stuffed sausage” and “more rolls than a bakery” were thrown around.
Round two went a little better, I still had some sausage under the arm but I refused to go up a size. So I did what any normal girl would do-grabbed the bra that fit the best and skedaddled. In the end I went up a cup-size AND up a size around. Now don’t you feel like you know me a little bit better now? Lucky you!
Could you imagine having to buy a bra for EIGHT boobs?