lily of the valley: November 14, 1999

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Sunday November 14, 1999

14/XI/99 - faint memories [breasts of DOOM Collaboration #3]

I've had one of those long, nice and relaxing weekends for a change. Both yesterday and today, I pretty much stayed home all day with my nakie self. Lounging in fornt of the television slowly catching up on the shows I'd missed from the past week. Surfing the net endlessly and shamelessly adding a bunch of rings to my site (hee hee, that was fun!)

there's more where that came from...

Unfortunately, that doesn't leave me with much to talk about. So I'm going to take advantage of this opportunity to put in my two cents for the breasts of DOOM collab. The topic is "Discuss your bra experience. What was your first bra like? How long did you wait until you finally got yours? What kind of bra do you prefer now?"

You've all read some of my recent bra breaking rants, so I won't go too far into that whole perspective of the situation. Although I must tell you that yet another bra has decidedly snapped on me. Just the other day as I was getting dressed for work, my true blue went kaput. The little plastic ring that connects the strap to the actual bra desinigrated into a worthless mush of material that no longer connected as intended.

I really need to invest in some new top of the line bras. I'm thinking Frederick's. They may be expensive, but so far the bras I've gotten from them actually last, and they come in a size I can reasonably fit in. Victoria's Secret doesn't even make bras my size, how stupid is that? You'd think such hotty totty lines would have larger sizes readily available. Sure they do have them, but only in their basic shmasic designs, nothing interesting.

I remember when I actually had to take the step to get a bra for the first time. With my bra-free mother as an escort, I had quite a venture before me. It was rush school shopping time, so the mall was full, and here we were in the obvious bra section trying bras on over my tee shirt. I swear guys would be watching and scoffing, but they were probably just catching a long enough glance to blush and turn away, embarassed.

We finally settled on a few "training" bras that didn't last too long. I grew really fast (in height, weight, and bust) up until about 7th grade, then it all just stopped. But from fourth grade on, I was in dire need of breast support. I eventually resported to only sports bras. They were easier to find in my size, and were more comfortable for my no-woopdy-doo self. Infact, until just a couple years ago, I really hadn't worn too many normal run of the mill bras.

When I finally did discover the true comfort and difference of a good fit, well made bra versus a uni-boob maker (aka a sports bra). I was set for life. Granted I need an underwire, which can get a bit bothersome in some positions, to pull off actual support. There are few places I can find bras that fit me and don't look like something Jaba the Hut or my grandmother would wear. (The first mentioned due to the strapping, huge coverage features... and the later due to lack in coloration and decor.)

All in all, I'd obviously prefer to not even have to wear a bra at all. Unfortunately, I don't feel comfortable all floaty and available like that. What little I have been in public "un-strapped", by momental food cravings or crazy dares, I'm subconciously crossing my arms the whole time! Just goes to show... society has succesfully clasped us into it's standards.