It fits!

I’ve been gaining weight this past year. All of you know this, so don’t try to be nice to me and say “but you’re not fat!” Bullshit. Okay, I’m not fat, but based upon the governmental guidelines of healthy weight limits, I’m considered obese. So after the past year of Weight Watchers that saw me at my lowest since high school, I’ve put on the pounds. And, for now, it’s okay. I’m working developmentally on ME, and the weight issue has taken a back burner to more pressing issues.

I’ve realized (for some time now) that my bra doesn’t fit. I’ve been wearing undergarments that fit great a year and a half ago, but now, seem to cut off my circulation. Let me first say that I’ll be damned if I’m going to mention my bra size on a public forum. I made some mental calculations, and realized that it wasn’t my cup size that grew (it never is!) but my girth. (my sarcasm here goes beyond anything I’d say on this blog). I went out and made the grand purchase of A NEW BRA. And for my guy friends out there, do you know how expensive these things are? I swear the underwire support has GOT to be made out of platinum. But, I’m wearing it today, and you know, it feels great! So all my gal pals….you know what I’m talking about.