T-shirt style
2 September 2010
I wouldn’t say I’m particularly proud of being flat-chested, it’s just the way I am. But it is nice to be able to find nice bras that fit and aren’t ridiculously padded like they are in Singapore.
(I’m a UK 6 and do you know how bloody hard it is to find nice clothing in the UK where the average female size is 14? Some places don’t even stock anything smaller than a 10, for fuck’s sake. This may explain why I’ve latched onto All Saints, Urban Outfitters, and H&M.)
It’s probably pained my mother (slightly) for years that I am not only flat-chested but also still not very feminine. I still get mistaken for a bloke — most recently, this weekend just gone.
Sorry, Neil, everyone thinks you bat for the other team.
Anyway. H&M makes decent underwear in my size but it’s not always in stock. I’m also as picky about my undergarments as I am about the clothes I wear over them, so no one should ever be forced to go shopping with me. Unless it’s a sociological experiment or they’re Gok Wan. I fantasise about him trying to give me a new look and me rejecting 90% of his suggested ‘capsule wardrobe’ and makeover ideas, saying, “I don’t wear pink / pastels / lace / waist belts / maxi anything / frills / ruffles / fur / sequins / stiletto heels / nail polish.”
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your chest pains her? really? at least she doesn’t think you’re fat. count your blessings.
Comment by chuen — 2 September 2010 @ 11:55 pm
Well, _probably_, because I take after her in that department! At least she got a proper daughter with you, you're more girly. And you're not fat, you're normal.
Comment by Andrea — 3 September 2010 @ 10:06 am