An entry that is mostly about breasts
Aug. 12th, 2005 10:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lovefromgirlFirstly, the super-good news: *digging her toe into the rug with a winsome smile* I gots me an extra. *lets go, dances all around the room* I'm gonna be in a movie! ^_^ I know, the pay will probably be utter shit, but hey, it'll be so much fun that I won't mind at all!
Went to Gap Body to ogle the pretty underthings. They were offering free measurements *cough* and since I've lost enough weight since my last bra-shopping expedition for there to be a serious problem... yeah. The saleslady (Miss T) whipped her tape round me and was all "Honey... you are SMALL." Going by the add six inches to one's ribcage measurement to get the size... I would barely be a 30. And no, I am not exactly built. Estimating this? I'd say 29-24-32. That puts me on par with Twiggy. So she looks at me, looks at the merchandise, and decides we can work with this. Within seconds, she's a veritable whirlwind, finding things to suit my... frame.
(For those of you who have seen me corseted/in a bodice: I'm very good at making the most of what I've got. I can afford to lace up reeeeeal tight without terrible breathing difficulties, and once you get to that point, things will stay put with minimal pushing and prodding.)
(For those of you who think they've seen me a lot bigger than that recently: Hahaha, you got sucked in, didn't ya? The parties responsible for the optical illusion are little crescent-shaped pierogie-lookin' things filled with gel.)
I picked a fine night to wear my green medieval-style 60s Shoppe sale item (seriously, the chainmail belt from Faire in 2003 cost more than this dress). It has strings for straps, yes? and a wide, low neckline that falls right below my collarbone. Goes all the way to the floor, so I've got to wear some kind of heels with it or else I'll trip. Miss T looks down at me (she's so pretty! and so tall!) and goes "Wow, you look just like an Elizabethan woman." Well, after that compliment, how could I not try on six or seven bras with the expectation that I'd be back if I got a job?
So the money from the extra will go towards a new bra. It will come in handy if I can get something at Denny's (waitressing, p'raps?), as I have very few bras that fit well. Mostly I wear tank tops under everything, or else the Fake Boobies of Doom. It probably seems ridiculous to you lads, but women do have to think about these things! I wouldn't want to lose a chance at a job because my underpinnings were unsuitable. Someday, I'm sure, we'll all be liberated enough that women can walk around with their breasts hanging out. Until then, it can't hurt to be mindful of the little things, so to speak.
Went to Gap Body to ogle the pretty underthings. They were offering free measurements *cough* and since I've lost enough weight since my last bra-shopping expedition for there to be a serious problem... yeah. The saleslady (Miss T) whipped her tape round me and was all "Honey... you are SMALL." Going by the add six inches to one's ribcage measurement to get the size... I would barely be a 30. And no, I am not exactly built. Estimating this? I'd say 29-24-32. That puts me on par with Twiggy. So she looks at me, looks at the merchandise, and decides we can work with this. Within seconds, she's a veritable whirlwind, finding things to suit my... frame.
(For those of you who have seen me corseted/in a bodice: I'm very good at making the most of what I've got. I can afford to lace up reeeeeal tight without terrible breathing difficulties, and once you get to that point, things will stay put with minimal pushing and prodding.)
(For those of you who think they've seen me a lot bigger than that recently: Hahaha, you got sucked in, didn't ya? The parties responsible for the optical illusion are little crescent-shaped pierogie-lookin' things filled with gel.)
I picked a fine night to wear my green medieval-style 60s Shoppe sale item (seriously, the chainmail belt from Faire in 2003 cost more than this dress). It has strings for straps, yes? and a wide, low neckline that falls right below my collarbone. Goes all the way to the floor, so I've got to wear some kind of heels with it or else I'll trip. Miss T looks down at me (she's so pretty! and so tall!) and goes "Wow, you look just like an Elizabethan woman." Well, after that compliment, how could I not try on six or seven bras with the expectation that I'd be back if I got a job?
So the money from the extra will go towards a new bra. It will come in handy if I can get something at Denny's (waitressing, p'raps?), as I have very few bras that fit well. Mostly I wear tank tops under everything, or else the Fake Boobies of Doom. It probably seems ridiculous to you lads, but women do have to think about these things! I wouldn't want to lose a chance at a job because my underpinnings were unsuitable. Someday, I'm sure, we'll all be liberated enough that women can walk around with their breasts hanging out. Until then, it can't hurt to be mindful of the little things, so to speak.