Showing posts with label bodacious tatas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bodacious tatas. Show all posts

Saturday, June 11, 2022

Report - Testing a New Underwire Bra.

 Blessings Darlings!

I got a couple of new bras.  From Torrid, my first order from them - they were recommended by one of my co-workers.  See, finding comfortable bras is difficult when you have Bodacious Tatas, and I got 'em.  Band size is 36.  Cup size is G in a 38, should be H in a 36, but I've yet to find an H in a 36.  Ever.  And it's very hard to find G's in a 36.
 

Torrid had 36Gs, and some on sale.  So I got one with and one without underwire (this one was a plunge bra, for those special tops and special events when I want the boobs to look as if they deserve their own ZIP code.)  The one without underwire was exactly as advertised - didn't really contain the boobs, but was comfortable.

But we all know that underwire bras are a different thing.  Uncomfortable at best, and instruments of torture in way too many cases.  So I put it on for the first time and headed for work determined to make notes of how it felt all day. 

Got it on okay, tho' as always adjusting the shoulder straps wasn't all that easy.  I find wider straps than it has easier to adjust.  Not a big deal tho'.  Started off very comfortable.  Remained comfortable for 6 hours.  At the 6 hour mark I noted a 'hot spot' at the intersection of one of my ribs and the underwire.  The area of discomfort was less than an inch in length.  That remained the only hot spot all day, but the level of discomfort there increased the rest of the time at work.  OTOH, it stayed at 'discomfort' and JUST below 'pain' the entire day.

I DID take it off within minutes of getting home.

So, it's totally wearable, even if my cups overfloweth in it. 

I guess that's a win?

I am considering breast reduction, but from what I've read they can't guarantee I'd still have nipple sensitivity afterwards, which would make me sad.

Frondly, Fern



Saturday, July 27, 2013

Unobtainable Fantasies.

Blessings Darlings!

 If I see one more "Being a Witch is a way of life" captioned picture where the picture is some skinny young thing in "obvious witch-clothes" (flimy dress that goes to the ground, big boobs supported (apparently) by magic because there is no bra and no way physics can explain their perkiness, wearing a pointed hat, and/or a pentacle the size of a dinner plate) I might start bitchslapping people.

Is that REALLY how you look on a typical day?  I call BS.  MY 'way of life' doesn't include dry-clean-only witchclothes at all, let alone for every-day wear.  I'm sitting here now in my typical summer life style clothes - remember, it's hot and humid here and we don't use much air conditioning (because THAT is a way of life).  So I'm in a nice pair of shorts today, and a white tank top.  My wet hair is in a turban with one of my standard towels - this one is 25 years old, and rather frayed around the edges, because using things up IS a life style.  Pizza is for dinner tonight, which I mention only because when I sit down to eat I'll be wearing a chef's apron so I have LESS chance of staining my clothes with the tomato sauce.  Because, you know, gravity always bats last.

You who post those pics may be young and beautiful - but those are temporary blessings/conditions, not a life style.  You don't wear those clothes in your day to day life ... you may be one of the fools who wear the plate sized pents daily, I suppose.  But if you have bodacious tatas, they aren't that perky. 

If you mean that your lifestyle is a fantasy, get over it and join the real world.  Embrace who you REALLY are, not some unobtainable fantasy of who you wish you were.  That, my dears, is what is really meant by the occult term 'being grounded'. 

Frondly, Fern