And in other boob news (product review!)
It has been pretty well established in fashion circles that the bra strap showing alongside the straps of your camisole, if it was ever OK, is probably no longer, not for Formerlies anyway. It seems like women (like me) who actually need bras are the ones who have to work the hardest to conceal them, because displaying your magenta lace straps to hint at how easily your shirt might be enticed off is a whole lot cuter when you’re a little perky-boobed 20something who could probably get away with going braless anyway.
So what’s a full-figured Formerly to do, if she wants to wear something like the halter dress I wore today, and yet doesn’t want to have her lungs deflated by a strapless bra that’s going to wind up around her waist by 4 PM anyway? (more…)
AMY WROTE: Pancakes. That’s all my boobs are wanted for anymore. Used to be they were cute. Not being robustly endowed, they didn’t attract a lot of attention, but were, you know, appreciated. Now, the only people who are interested in them are the mammogram women. You know, the cute, perky, super happy blond radiologist who sweetly and cutely smooshes my boob down till it’s thinner than a good diner pancake. And says, “Oh, we have dense breasts, don’t we? We’ll have to do three images. Of each.” Yes, that’s right. Six smooshings. Six pancake pictures.
