Ow! Just when I though that the soreness was subsiding…the boobs strike back.
If I’m not wearing a bra, I find myself nowadays walking up and down stairs with one arm holding my chest down. Cause they’re still sore and now they jiggle and …well, sore and jiggling is NOT a good combo.
Then this morning, out at a dance sesh again. Double ow! I certainly didn’t repeat my mistake of earlier this week: I wore a crop top, but…it was a relatively mild one, as opposed to some of the more constricting, would-be corset styles I also have somewhere in the wash.
After a couple of fairly energetic numbers I though people must be noticing… the occasional wince… the way I was hugging my chest close as we jerked this way and that around the floor of the village hall.
Then, thankfully, on to some slightly less bouncy numbers and I survived.
Still. Respect! I am barely a B… and I am so aware now of the down, as well as up, side of having boobs. How the better endowed cope… wow!
I think I’d quite like to get up as far as a C. After that, I think the hassle just isn’t worth the show.