Well--as most mom’s probably can relate to--my ta-ta’s, girls, boobs, whatever, are now more like drooping water balloons. Three vigorous nursing baby boys later and my boobies are now droopies, with no sign of miraculous perkiness in the future….not as long as gravity is still necessary for our planet. So, I faced the fact that the smaller sized bras I’ve been saving since my mid-twenties, early married days, and before pregnancy, were never going to fit the same again. No matter how much tucking and smooshing I tired. I heeded a friend’s recommendation to purge ourselves of unnecessary “extra” in our life and feel more liberated. And, I started with my bra collection.
I gathered them all up. (These were the ones pretty enough to show)
Tried them all on. (no pictures of course, it was even painful for me to see in the mirror).
Came to terms with my size, committed to it, and only kept those that fit.
Yes, those really are that big. 34 Double D.
No sweet petites for me :(
I did keep one exception though, a pretty, kind of sexy bra that squeezed and lifted in the most impractical way—that one won’t leave the bedroom (*blush and a wink*).
Here’s a short additional video…