Ace of Cups?
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves.
Iâ€™m not spending much money these days, but when I took the girls Â shopping tonight for school clothes, I indulged in a couple of new, er, bras. No leather or fur this timeâ€”just luscious laces. Iâ€™ve always had a bit of a love affair with them, but hey, thereâ€™s only so much an A girl can do Â in her teens, her twenties, into her thirties. That changed Â a Â few Â yearsÂ ago Â and, Â apparently, Â itâ€™s Â changed again.
They say that 85% of women Â wear the wrong Â bra. That statistic is Â all over the Internet, along with calculators that have consistently put me at an A or maaaaaaaybe a B. And still do tonight. Two words for them: Â not so. You canâ€™tÂ decide by pixels Â and mathâ€”itâ€™s Â got to be a hands-on experience.
But Â because Â of Â calculators Â and Â formulas Â and Â the mindset that Â once I got to a certain place at, oh, what? 25? 35? That I was done and Iâ€™d be that forever.
My bodyâ€™s Â been Â changing Â in Â the Â past Â six Â months. More lean muscle. Less weight. Less inches.
But not everywhere.
Imagine my shock Â when I realized Â tonight Â thatÂ my cup size has gone up again.
Dang, she whispered.
Yeah. Where was that in my teen years, my twenties, my thirties….
Dang. Iâ€™m celibate for a few years and it goes up. The Gods are laughing uproariously.