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Chicks dig me, because I rarely wear underwear and when I do it's usually something unusual.
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Chicks dig me, because I rarely wear underwear and when I do it's usually something unusual.
One saggy boob said to the other saggy boob:
"If we don't get some support soon, people will think we're nuts."
nice.
You know, scary thing is, my best friend has worked in lingerie for several years, and I have heard the horror stories of women coming in for bra fittings and having their boobs tucked in behind their belts. If that's not enough to make a woman fear sagging, then I don't know what is.
Good Lord!
If anything, that sounds painful as all- .
You say that like its a bad thing!Do you think thongs are ty?
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This thread is awesome.
I wear bras outside my house because I'm saggy. But I'm also so big that there is always cleavage when I wear a bra.
I hate bras. It's the first thing to come off after my shoes when I get home. And they aren't cheap, and they are well fitted, but they are also either underwire or the pinchy uncomfortable kind that are wireless and somehow supposed to support DD.
And this poor kid will be horrified to learn I frequently do not choose to wear underwear, and yet - I've only slept with the man I married. What does that make me?!
Easily accessible?
I miss pseudofan.
You win.
Yeah, that was pretty good.
O-yea
I din't start wearing a bra (although I did need one) regularly until I turned 18 and went to college. I saw the bra as a symbol of adulthood, and didn't want to conform.
I don't think there's anything wrong with wearing or not wearing a bra. Same goes for underwear. This is a free country after all.
This thread is quite amusing.
Add me to the group of girls who think bras are evil. I always wear one when I do anything more public the going down to the mailbox or the laundry room, but once I know I'm home for the night that er is off within about two seconds of walking in the front door. I've actually gotten it down to a beautifully choreographed routine in which I'm unhooking as I walk up the stairs and pulling it off through the sleeves of my shirt as I close the front door behind me. Even the most comfortable, expensive, well made bra in the world becomes a torture device after an hour or two. Especially when you're a big enough size that bras are more about utilitarian structure and support (even if I don't yet need all that support) than they are about cute and sexy details.
Incidentally, I happened to see a padded/sculpted bra in my size when shopping the other day. I couldn't stop laughing.
It looked like the most perfect ass I'd ever seen.
rofl
I've seen (and owned) those before.
I could cut a cup off of one of mine and wear it as a cloche hat if I wanted to, I think.
I've been known to remove a particularly heinous bra in the car on the way home. And yes, they are not cute/sexy at my size unless they are also $$$$$ or extra uncomfortable.
A tease.
Aaaaand, which H-E-B will this be?
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