Well...finally got a bra fitting because of the day Ariel came into the room looking even more stunning than usual and sung the praises of knowing ones bra size. And I learned I was WAY off all these years. Was just about to go up a cup size and found out I need to go down both in band and cup. Its like some weird magic process that the rational mind cannot compute. Feels great though...each girl is perfectly and protectively sheathed. I feel like a What Not to Wear makeover success story. Pretty cool sh*t...learned about high heels and makeup a couple years ago, and now about boobies. How my adolescence would have been different if only Id known these things then (though Ive since let the high heels and makeup go for the most part!)
Posted on: Sat, 31 May 2014 14:24:03 +0000
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