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which_chickI hate losing weight.
I actually like losing weight, mostly. The part I don't like is that the first weight I lose, always and forever, is from my tits. Now, I do not want or need larger boobs, have no idea what I'd do with them if I had them, and am pretty thankful that I don't *have* larger boobs. The problem here is that when I lose weight, my tits shrink enough that they don't keep my fucking bras from riding up anymore. Damn it.
If Warner's kept making underwire bras that I could live with, this would still not be a problem because underwire bras are very anti-riding-up and don't have that problem. However, they discontinued the bra that I liked a couple of years back (and have not replaced it with one I can tolerate) and attrition happens so I don't own very many of those anymore. I've been buying stretch sports bra deals from Wal Mart in lieu of actually going bra shopping. The stretch sports bra things rely on your tits hanging down over the elastic to stay put. Unfortunately, at two years from forty, my tits don't hang down over anything. Ever. For any reason.
Lest my non-saggy breasts beg the question "So why the fuck do you bother wearing bras anyway, you daft bint?" there are two answers. First, going braless generally results in people (mostly men, to be fair) staring at my chest. I can't go around leaving a trail of homicides like Hansel and Gretel left breadcrumbs. People would notice. Bras help reduce the homicidal urges directed at people staring at my tits by way of reducing the number of people who stare at my chest in the first place. Second, I hate that my boobs jiggle. A lot. It's distracting. (I do not have large enough breasts for boob jiggling to be painful. It's just annoying.) Bras let me get on with my day unencumbered by jiggling.
Anyway, weight loss means that if I do anything particularly active or pick my hands up over my head, the fucking sports bra rides up so that the elastic band around the bottom is sitting straight across the middle of my tits, making them (a) lumpy looking and (b) uncomfortable. There's no elegant way to resolve the situation, either.
Fuck.
I actually like losing weight, mostly. The part I don't like is that the first weight I lose, always and forever, is from my tits. Now, I do not want or need larger boobs, have no idea what I'd do with them if I had them, and am pretty thankful that I don't *have* larger boobs. The problem here is that when I lose weight, my tits shrink enough that they don't keep my fucking bras from riding up anymore. Damn it.
If Warner's kept making underwire bras that I could live with, this would still not be a problem because underwire bras are very anti-riding-up and don't have that problem. However, they discontinued the bra that I liked a couple of years back (and have not replaced it with one I can tolerate) and attrition happens so I don't own very many of those anymore. I've been buying stretch sports bra deals from Wal Mart in lieu of actually going bra shopping. The stretch sports bra things rely on your tits hanging down over the elastic to stay put. Unfortunately, at two years from forty, my tits don't hang down over anything. Ever. For any reason.
Lest my non-saggy breasts beg the question "So why the fuck do you bother wearing bras anyway, you daft bint?" there are two answers. First, going braless generally results in people (mostly men, to be fair) staring at my chest. I can't go around leaving a trail of homicides like Hansel and Gretel left breadcrumbs. People would notice. Bras help reduce the homicidal urges directed at people staring at my tits by way of reducing the number of people who stare at my chest in the first place. Second, I hate that my boobs jiggle. A lot. It's distracting. (I do not have large enough breasts for boob jiggling to be painful. It's just annoying.) Bras let me get on with my day unencumbered by jiggling.
Anyway, weight loss means that if I do anything particularly active or pick my hands up over my head, the fucking sports bra rides up so that the elastic band around the bottom is sitting straight across the middle of my tits, making them (a) lumpy looking and (b) uncomfortable. There's no elegant way to resolve the situation, either.
Fuck.
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duct tape?
Date: 2008-12-09 05:01 pm (UTC)just, y'know, a thought.
(and probably more comfortable than hot glue.)
Re: duct tape?
Date: 2008-12-09 05:23 pm (UTC)1. I've done this
2. It does not work so well as you might think. (Why not? *sigh* Because you sweat. Duct tape does not stick well to sweat.)
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Date: 2008-12-09 10:53 pm (UTC)Sorry, but this entry was just too funny. I know what you mean, though. My body seems to believe that I really, really need to keep some padding in my hips and thighs. The boobs, though? Expendable.