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Are You Freaking Kidding Me?
Aug. 20th, 2010 08:38 pmOkay, so I grew up (from about eight or nine) with my dad as my custodial parent. My mom was there in a weekly-visitation fashion, but she was not the best source of information for reasons of crazy + drugs + drugs for the crazy + we are not built very much alike. Plus the whole family's pretty keen on the whole not talking about it, omg, there could be a SCENE (when we're not keen on the oh, there'll be a SCENE, motherfucker! thing instead, but basically, the middle ground is lost on us); plus I opted out of a lot of social interaction growing up (books or sleepovers = books won every time it wasn't someone's actual birthday).
Basically, this means I feel like I missed a lot of the Girl Memos.
This leads to a lot of why is my body doing this, is it supposed to do this, AAUGH, why is meatspace SO GROSS and some social flailing and some grooming battles (what do you mean, you shave your legs all the time? I haven't shaved since I wore that skirt at Thanksgiving!) and apparently, I have been wearing the wrong size bras for the last decade.
I tend to only have one or two bras that fit at a time; it used to be three, but the third was always a strapless and those don't work for me now, so much. I got down to one, and the underwire started popping out on both sides, so I started looking around for a new one. I mentioned this to my grandma and when we hung out Saturday, she took me to go get actually measured for one, because this is apparently one of those Things I never got the memo on.
My poor falling apart bra was a 40D, and it actually fit a lot better than most of the bras I've ended up with (hence the waiting until the last possible minute to replace it).
Apparently I am supposed to be wearing a 38DDD.
What the hell is that! And I'm "shallow chested", which is apparently the thing where my cleavage starts at, y'know, my boobs, and not at an inch past my shoulders, which is why the straps always gapped on me at the front.
WHY ARE BRAS SO DUMB. In what the hell other piece of clothing could I have been that mistaken in sizing, for years, without knowing.
Although hilariously, people have apparently been judging the size of boobs more accurately than I have for ages. I've had several conversations along the lines of "I'm just a D-cup." - "They look bigger!".
Basically, this means I feel like I missed a lot of the Girl Memos.
This leads to a lot of why is my body doing this, is it supposed to do this, AAUGH, why is meatspace SO GROSS and some social flailing and some grooming battles (what do you mean, you shave your legs all the time? I haven't shaved since I wore that skirt at Thanksgiving!) and apparently, I have been wearing the wrong size bras for the last decade.
I tend to only have one or two bras that fit at a time; it used to be three, but the third was always a strapless and those don't work for me now, so much. I got down to one, and the underwire started popping out on both sides, so I started looking around for a new one. I mentioned this to my grandma and when we hung out Saturday, she took me to go get actually measured for one, because this is apparently one of those Things I never got the memo on.
My poor falling apart bra was a 40D, and it actually fit a lot better than most of the bras I've ended up with (hence the waiting until the last possible minute to replace it).
Apparently I am supposed to be wearing a 38DDD.
What the hell is that! And I'm "shallow chested", which is apparently the thing where my cleavage starts at, y'know, my boobs, and not at an inch past my shoulders, which is why the straps always gapped on me at the front.
WHY ARE BRAS SO DUMB. In what the hell other piece of clothing could I have been that mistaken in sizing, for years, without knowing.
Although hilariously, people have apparently been judging the size of boobs more accurately than I have for ages. I've had several conversations along the lines of "I'm just a D-cup." - "They look bigger!".
