Friday, March 27, 2009
The kind with the moulded and padded cups. The kind with cups that don't collapse when you take it off. And, well, as my DH said this morning, the girls are certainly perkier than usual. Higher up. More obvious. I look down and there they are, more visible than usual.
I can't believe how self-conscious I feel about them. Like I'm in 6th grade again, one of the first girls to wear a bra, and knowing all the boys are just staring at my chest.
After years of wearing a B cup, I finally hit a size C with menopause. And now, with this new bra, well, the size C (which I know is medium-large) just looks so BIG.
I truly am not used to this. I swear, I'm still about 11 yrs old in this self-consciousness. Especially at school.