WOW!

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My boobs are so HAPPY. More than that, my shoulders and neck are happy!

Folks, hell has officially frozen over: I am a D cup.

This is impossible on so many levels I actually laughed at Jake when he suggested I was. He'd wikipedia-ed breasts or bras or something, and was aghast at the idea that 70% of women wore the wrong size and used it as an excuse to measure me. 'You're a D!' he said. 'Hahahahahahahaha,' I said.

But he talked me into trying one on at Gotschalks today, and I bought six*. 34D. 34D. Every single one that I tried on fit perfectly, which in itself is a sure sign of the coming apocalypse. It was almost painful putting my old one on to leave. And speaking of painful, I had no idea how much they were tugging all wrong on my shoulders. My neck feels wonderful.

I came home and threw all my old ones away. They're in a pile on the bedroom floor to take to the 'mile of bras' breast cancer awareness campaign.


*And, in the further category of minor miracle, all six were just $87. They were on sale, then buy 2 get 1 free, and THEN 15% off.