Monday, November 21, 2005
( 9:01 AM ) teahouse
I've had a rather embarrassing growth spurt over the past 6 months.
For no apparent reason, my bra size has increased. Yes, I'm 30 years old and I just went up a cup size.
WTF? I haven't really gained an appreciable amount of weight. I'm definitely not pregnant. No major hormonal changes that I know of.
Last week I had to go and buy a whole bunch of new bras. It cost me a fortune. Highway robbery! Those bra manufacturers are laughing all the way to the bank.
I was sooo embarrassed walking around the store. I whispered my new size to the saleslady. It sounded so outrageously big to me. Asian women like me are not supposed to have bosoms.
I hadn't been this embarrassed since my mom took me to buy my first training bra at JC Penney in 1987.
And it is a lot like being in junior high again. I've found myself slouching around and wearing baggy shirts, to hide my budding womanhood. Maybe I won't go out for anymore sports teams, lest the boys laugh at me.
Maybe I should read Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret again to relive those pre-teen memories.
I've been measured several times to confirm that I am, in fact, a new size. No doubt about it.
The funny thing about all of this is that the Boy now starts all emails to me with, "To my darling little C cup..." #