The reason – if reason were needed – why I really need to do the bra thing now was brought home, in painful fashion, earlier this week in London.
Running for a train. No vest. Not even a crop top. Ouch! For the first time in my life I bounced.
That certainly adds perspective to the issue – along with the fact that I very much notice now when I a) bump into someone or b) roll over onto my tummy during the night.
Jane
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