So finally, I'm busting out (ha! pun totally intended!) of my DDD bras. Some of them are dying, or I can't breathe when wearing them. I've gained a little weight, no doubt. I've cruised past 30 and my body's a-changin'.
I need new bras, and can't find anything in normal mall stores that's working anymore. There's a "Lingerie Store" that I pass frequently, so I stop in one day. Um, $400 later I walk out with bras that fit me like a sweet dream. Even a sports bra! "Oh this is the one I recommend for the girls who ride horses."
This will hold breasts still while galloping atop a horse? SOLD! Even if it's $70.
Oh and also, evidently I am an F cup. Except for the brands in which I am a G cup. My head fits into my bra cup. That ain't right.
With this knowledge, I am able to score a couple of new bathing suit tops via figleaves.com and exelntdesigns.com. I can shove my boobs into them, so hey, they'll work. Just no vigorous motion and we're good to go.
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