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More important than I imagined, it is.
I twisted today just a smidgen, placing a gallon of poppyseed dressing to the side, and scrrriiiittttttchchch!
My bra broke.
While out in the open, I wasn't really in a place to properly "inspect" it, so I felt around a bit, lifting my girls and making sure that I still had some support. I knew something was wrong, but I really thought maybe a side stitch or something had ripped.
Until I came home, shed my shirt, and looked in the mirror:
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^^ That's a visual of my boobies up there, by the way. ^^
God blessed the female population when he gave the idea of underwire to the inventor. Yes indeedy, it does a job! (I'd pondered and questioned it's real function before, you see...)
My bra broke.
While out in the open, I wasn't really in a place to properly "inspect" it, so I felt around a bit, lifting my girls and making sure that I still had some support. I knew something was wrong, but I really thought maybe a side stitch or something had ripped.
Until I came home, shed my shirt, and looked in the mirror:
^^ That's a visual of my boobies up there, by the way. ^^
God blessed the female population when he gave the idea of underwire to the inventor. Yes indeedy, it does a job! (I'd pondered and questioned it's real function before, you see...)
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*feels slow*
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Make sense?
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Thanks ;)
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*tries not to fantasize*
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*crickets*
The font on my layout makes them higher than on certain others, I noticed.
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Two days later, I found out I was pregnant. Two weeks later, none of my bras fit.
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