In a Sea of Unnecessary Lingerie
Inspiring clothing items have
the potential to ignite my day. My running sneakers, certain socks and even some
of my underwear have so much pop of color that they help me dive into my days
with extraordinary gusto. Otherwise, I basically wear the same clothes every day. As
you can see, the bar is low.
Some people need sexy
underwear to get themselves or their partner into a sexual frame of mind. Sex
opportunities for my husband and me are pretty simple. There is no time or
energy for strumping around in tantalizing attire. Sleep is scarce and work is
aplenty in our house. I am absurdly practical. A chaffing label
can send me over the edge, therefore silky, frilly, unsupportive, steamy
lingerie will not enhance my day or jumpstart my libido. Bras are not where I
go to add zing to my life. I am always on the hunt for an industrial-strength
every-day bra that I won’t notice and does its work silently.
Purchasing bras these days is
complicated because there are too many choices. Many bras seem to be designed
for silicone breast or for women who want their boobs extending out of their
necks. Many bras push it all up even though many of us aren’t actually seeking
perky, gravity-defying breasts. In fact, I like a bra that balances a natural, droopy
heft while also being supportive.
On a recent bra shopping
adventure, I tried on several of the most functional bras I could find. The
first seemingly harmless bra covered everything, however it served up so much cleavage
that if I reached up to remove snow off the roof of the car, my breast would definitely
flop out. The next bra served up the Jane Russell torpedo shape with straps
that were so thin they would blow apart if I extended my activity beyond sitting
mindfully. I seek bras that will stay with me when I chase my dog. One of the bra
options enhanced the fat packets under my arms creating pit tits.
The problem with being a
chatty, over-friendly shopper is that the salespeople get fired up to show you everything
and get a little aggressive with their suggestions. The saleswoman brought me one
of the “most popular” bra options. This rig had multiple straps across my back
and the top of my boobs as well as under the arms creating a flesh colander. I
looked like a down coat with distinct cells containing meaty flesh. Few women
could avoid the pit-tit enhancing foolishness of this bra.
The final bra felt like a
miracle in that it provided comfortable containment. It fit in a way that
promised to keep my day moving and productive with my breasts existing in their
most manageable and low-maintenance spirit. I knew the Universe had aligned
when I read the name of the bra: Triumph. Sold!!
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