What broke my day: Bra Shopping. What should make every woman feel sexy brings me stress, feelings of inferiority, and depressing thoughts that make me want to curl up with a pint of Chocolate Haagen-Daas. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I have knockers the size of Jupiter. I am a minority in the brassier industry, and just because I'm a white, middle class, blonde haired female, doesn't mean I'm not discriminated against or sometimes feel like a minority. I'm part of the 1% of women with DD size breasts, and let me tell you...it sucks. All the cute bras are for size A, B, C, and sometimes D. All the ones in my size: brown, white, floppy, and usually have age-defying lift. As I said yesterday, I'm 18 not 87. I'm a firm believer that cute underwear can give tons of confidence, but it's hard to find undergarments that look frickin adorable, when your a minority. What's more is that bras for the woman with hooter's are more expensive. Just because I have stripper boobs doesn't mean I have a stripper budget. And, while bra shopping today I saw my great-aunts (who are more like my grandparents), which was slightly awkward. I know that men are attracted to my minority, but when you can't find a bra that makes you feel attractive, it doesn't help anything. Today I paid and entire day's babysitting wages on a single bra at Victoria's Secret, because it was the only one out of two different stores that fit. Is it too much to ask for an affordable, adorable bra in my size? One things for sure...I see a breast reduction in my future.
What made my day: Bonding time with my sister. This was one of those rare occasions where my sister and I actually got along for more than 1 hour. It was amazing. How did we bond? Bra shopping. I'm refusing to take my mother bra shopping, because we always disagree. She doesn't believe my mantra about confidence starting from the basics: undergarments. I believe in always wearing something adorable, because when you are my age, you never know when your going to be seen in your skivvies. She's married....she doesn't understand (okay, I'm joking) But, I digress. I asked my sister if she wanted to go to VS with me, and because she's never been, I think she agreed. I said we were going to look somewhere cheaper first, but I knew we would end up at Victoria's later because I had a feeling. Anyways, we laughed, boomed our music and sang, and I actually could listen to her pointless stories about her friends without being so annoyed. It was really good to spend time with my little sister for once and actually get along. We don't tend to get along because I have my dad's side of the family's personality, and my sister has my mom's side. This is perfect for two people falling in love, but not so much for siblings. But it was good for us to actually love and have fun with each other for once. It makes me actually feel like a sister and a good role model for her. Because every big sister should corrupt her little sister by taking her to Victoria's Secret.
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