The Vaginal Tales

The Bra Effect

Wearing bras has become something synonymous to life.

When we go out to buy bras we see all these coloured and lace ones and mind you, everyone drools over them including men. I mean who won't. Have you felt them? So soft and inviting like how they show women on television.

I mean, they come in all shapes and sizes. You want a cotton one or a lace one or a push-bra or simply just about anything!

But when you're buying one then comes the difficulty. What kind and what size. Somehow our boobs are just so damn moody. Someday they behave like 32-B and when they are PMSing like 34-C. it is so unfair. They literally spill out from everywhere. I mean guys, Decide!

And you know when you're shopping for bras and you ask the shopkeeper that if he has coloured bras and he is like yeah I have white, black and skin coloured. And I feel like wringing their neck and tearing it off like a Popsicle stick. And then ducking drenching them in hot chilli sauce and barbequing them and them chopping them into small small pieces and throwing them in the ocean.

Seriously, what part of coloured didn't he understand? I want printed and a bright pink. But oh my lord, they just never ever have them!

Some bras fit you so well that you feel like a Victoria secret model and you want to twirl and shit, but some days they want to bulge out of places unknown and make themselves known and that is when you are wearing fitting Tees.

And the biggest problem is the marks hey leave on your bodies as if you are theirs. Like Hello you're hurting me babes! And you feel as you were part of a role play on a kinky show! (If you know what I mean! *wink *wink)

And you know what gets me frustrated every time? The fact that some hooks are just so blah! Literally blah! They become all twisted and shit and take too much time to hook on. I mean imagine you step out of your washroom, all scented and fresh from bathing with your favourite soap and then you have to wear your clothes. The underwear slips on all snuggly but then comes the bra. I never knew the kind of postures my arms and my body could take. Honestly! I mean you have to twist and turn and just hook the bloody damn thing on! But it just WON'T. It is so frustrating you just want to throw it away!

And by the end when you have finally put it on, you're a mess. You are sweating from everywhere. Your hair that were nicely shampooed have been drenched in sweat and you are like stinking.

Not even powder can save your day them! Satan I swear! It is annoying and frankly it spoils the whole notion of taking a damn bath!

I think this happens to most of us or well just me. Whenever I get a new bra and try it on, my mother sweetheart wants to see if it fits me perfectly. I am that kind of person who doesn't like changing in front of people.

I like changing in dark room with music playing in the background depending on my mood. I am shy and it kills me every single time she asks me to do this. And sometimes I do because I am not in a mood to argue. But well, sometimes I am. And I tell her NO. And then I get another lecture on some random reason. Some people need to respect privacy.

Somehow this reminds me of Claire from Modern Family....I love that show more than I love my .....I forgot...

So bras... yes... What else. Maybe I'll just finish off by saying that best feeling is when you take of the bra at night and fling it across the room. Awesome feeling. I can literally hear my boobs singing some song and dancing like they own the party!

Well have a good day and I hope you have awesome bras at home! Better than me at least... Mine are just hanging by threads by now. Just kidding...

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P.S. What is the wackiest bra you guys own? Describe them!

Adios!