You know the amusement park that you visited when you were a child? And then years later, you go back to that same amusement park and somehow it's not as magical as you remember it was? So you get a little sad and melancholy because it's now dilapidated and run down?
That's the story of my boobs.
My once sporty B cups, after 3 pregnancies and 3 suckling newborns, are looking smooshed, droopy and, well, dilapidated, these days.
I have NEVER owned a good (meaning expensive) bra. I usually purchase them at Marshalls or TJMaxx for the whopping price of $9.99 (because when you're practically an A cup, there's not a whole lotta material to pay for). And they SUCK. The straps fall, the underwire pokes, the bra cups ride up, etc.
So I finally took the plunge (heh). I bought a push-up bra from Victoria's Secret yesterday. My friend recommended their Very Sexy line of bras ("It's like having a boob job without the surgery!" she gushed).
Can you hear the choir of Vicky's Angels singing? (wearing nothing but big feathery wings and undergarments, of course.) Hubby can't. He was stunned at the $42 cost. ("For one bra?!" Followed by the usual eye rolling that he does after I shop.)
But me and my ta-tas? Are now comfortable and PERKY! See?
(At first I was hesitant to post a picture of myself, but I really wanted you all to see how the $42 was soooo worth it.)