Do You Lie About Your Bra Size?

Recently I wondered about people who keep secrets their entire life...its seems so hard. How do they do that?

This naturally lead to me wondering do I have any secrets left to tell.

I joke about being an open book, ask and I will tell you most anything. Add in a personal blog that I use like my diary and therapist, there is not much left to tell.

I have spent days and days trying to think of a secret...and I can't think of a single secret.  Well not one worth writing an entire blog post about. I did think of several little ones..

1. I smoked cigarettes for 6 weeks in college.
2. That wasn't the only thing I smoked in college...I really liked cigars.
3. Once I cheated on a boyfriend, not the current one.
4. Sometimes I fake being ill because I don't want to do something.
5. I lie about my bra size.

Okay that last one might just merit a blog post.

Yes I lie about my bra size.

Do you find this shocking? I would wager a bet that more women lie than do not lie (have you seen the all the padding in the bra section of any store).

I don't lie about them being bigger I lie and say they are smaller. Mostly just one cup size smaller, occasional two cups smaller. The idea of admitting my actual cup size freaks me out, it causes me to have panic attacks. I won't even admit it to myself  out loud so how can I admit it to the store clerk, my mother, my boyfriend. 

I have been lying about them for as long as I can remember. Its embarrassing to have the unenhanced bra size that I do...its not natural. 

So here I am admitting to everyone that my cup size is...I can't do it. I really can't. Even now I want to be honest but I refuse to admit it. I am in such strong denial that I won't buy the correct bra sizes if I am shopping with someone....Do you have any idea how many time I have had to return a bra? Its truly ridiculous. Who does that? 

I am not going to tell you but I wonder if they have a bra size lying anonymous like alcoholics anonymous.

Can you imagine those 12 steps? The first step would be admitting you have no power over your bra size. In the meetings you would say Hi, My name is Michael and I am a... We could hold meetings at Lane Bryant and have protests at Victoria Secrets for not having supportive bras in larger sizes for all natural girls.

Now that you know my deep dark secret...what is yours?

Behind the Scenes

Sunday I was folding my clothes and it occurred to me 10 years ago the pile of clothes would have looked vastly different. Ten years ago it would be all very trendy with a few classic items mixed in and now it is mostly classic items with a few trendy items but the items of clothing that has seen the most changes is my underwear.

Don't get my wrong I am not wearing granny panties....yet. But if this progression doesn't stop its just a matter of time before I am buying the same underwear grandmas buy.

Once upon a time my bra and panties always watched and they were satin and sexy and often barely there. I was once a walking Victoria Secret Ad and I had different underwear for every occasion. But now they are still cute and colorful but don't often match and I have gone from satin to cotton. Now instead of being barely there they cover what they need to cover.

Why did this happen? Did some change occur in fashion? Or did I change? Please don't tell me I am maturing. I don't want to be grown-up and sensible. I am actually very upset about the whole thing.

In reminds me of a time when I was in college and I was home visiting my family and I of course brought all my laundry to do at moms cause it was free. My Healthy Nut Sister was folding the laundry and holds up one of my bras and says to me "Its to big to be mine and to slutty to be moms so this must be yours."

Why don't I have slutty bras and underwear any more? I feel very sad and a little bad for The BF...if only he had meet me a few years ago. Maybe I should go shopping and surprise him.

Maybe I will just go buy a new pair of boots. He cant really miss what he has never had.

I See London I See France

As I mentioned in my January in review post I have lost 12 lbs. I think I have lost a few more pounds but am refusing to get on a scale more than once a month so I am not sure yet. But I am having this bizarre side affect from the weight loss. My underwear doesn't fit!!!!!

Seriously they are constantly slipping and I am having to excuse my self to pull them up. My pants are having this problem also but for them I just bought a belt. They don't sell belts for underwear....trust me I looked.

At 5 foot 1 inches every 10 pounds I lose is a decrease in a pant size and apparently decrease in underwear size. This is very upsetting to me. Because while I can just go to the local 2nd hand store and buy a few new pairs of pants every month for $10. I can not buy a months supply of underwear every month and I have come to the realization that I will have to settle for a weeks supply of undies. My mother will say that all you really need is 8 pairs of undies to get you through but I have been a firm believer since my college days (when I only did laundry once a month) that any thing less than a 30 day supply is bad.

Think about it what if there was a natural disaster and you didn't have any way to wash your clothes for a week or two. I could handle wearing dirty clothes but for obvious reasons clean underwear is a must.

How often did your mother tell you to make sure you're always wearing clean underwear in case you were in an accident? I never understood this saying I mean really are you going to be caring at that point. Until I was in a car accident and ended up in the emergency room with a gaping hole in my head and a nurse was removing my pants, so they could x-ray my leg along with my face...and yes I had on clean very cute underwear and yes I was concerned about it.

Part of me wants to go eat some cake so that I will not have to deal with the stress this is causing me but I even my illogical mind realises this is a major thinking error.

Surprisingly and thankfully (The BF is thankful also) my breasts are the same size. I don't think I could handle having to buy 7 new bras every month.

Thong Underwear

Is there a correct way to fold thong underwear????

Most of the time there is hardly any material there to fold.

Do you even need to fold them or is it acceptable to just throw them in the drawer????

Especially when everything in your drawers and closet, down to your workout socks and every pair of earrings, is so perfectly organized and color coordinated that it borders on needing therapy for OCD.

Can you indulge in this one little area of chaos just because you don’t want to take the time to figure out how you are suppose to fold a tiny piece of fabric held together with some string????