Should I tell anyone about this?

"It is so embarrassing."

I love it when someone I know recommends a product.  That personal referral is better than the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval.  If a friend has tried it, likes it, then it must be a great product.

By now, you all know that I have been on a quest, a long, draining quest to find a bra that fits, wears great, launders well, is affordable and well, is COMFORTABLE, all day long.



In my earlier years, bras didn't matter that much. My girlfriends joked that all I really needed was two bandaids.  I was thin, frail,  sick a lot and trying to stay above 100 pounds was an effort.


Then I got older.

My dreams of filling out a tank top came true. I graduated from tiny bras to mid size. I enjoyed frilly, pretty bras. Ones with lace and frills, all colors of the rainbow filled my dresser drawer, they were beautiful.

Then I got older.

Those pretty bras started riding up halfway through my day, they got caught up under my arms, and I found myself happy to take them off when I got home from work. Choosing a cotton sports bra for the rest of my evening felt wonderful.

Then I got older.

Thehubs finds this totally confusing.  He says "It is just a bra" when I tell him I need to go in a new store, in a new town and look at their bra selections. I won't repeat my response word for word, but it goes along the lines of suggesting he should wear an underwire around his hanging privates for a full day and then tell me if it matters.

I hope I have fully explained my long, grueling quest to find that perfect fitting, comfortable bra.  Because I found it, about a month ago and you won't believe where and how much I paid for it.

I bought one for $11.98 at Walmart.  It is a sports bra with padding and underwire. I wore it, washed it, wore it, washed it and loved it. I could wear it all day... So I went back and bought four more. My prayers had been answered and I couldn't wait to tell (brag) Kdaughter how much I paid for it. My long, grueling quest for that affordable and comfortable bra had a happy ending.

Until...

I just can't get it off at night. I have tried and tried. Each night it got harder to reach, harder to pull off over my head, and I struggled with it, bending into all kinds of positions trying to make it easier to get off. My shoulder began to hurt.

Last night, I had it partially slid off with my neck bent, and my arms swinging above my head. And it wouldn't move, my arm was so sore from pulling, it wouldn't bend anymore. Here I am, stuck with one arm in and one arm out and this giant booby sling wrapped tightly around my back and neck cutting off my air. I pulled and tugged until I felt my shoulder pop.

Where is thehubs, I NEED his help!  What if he is gone, what do I do? I am stuck, it won't go up or down, I can't get it off? I panic! I imagine an urgent conversation with the 911 operator telling her I can't breathe because my bra is stuck and please send help before I lose consciousness. 

Then thehubs walks in... by this time I am in tears, my shoulder is throbbing, help has arrived. 

We wrestle, we tug, we pull, we wrestle some more. I cry some more. He is finally able to pull it off and I can finally take a good breath of air.

Now...

These are "his" favorite bras.

Men...

The perfect fitting bra

$11.98 at Walmart

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slang terms for bras:

over the shoulder boulder holder 
boobie harness 

hooter harness

hammock for the girls