In middle and high school, I attended an all-girls Episcopal school. It was very small, everyone knew everyone, and at some point you were going to have had a sleepover with almost everyone else. Not at once, obviously, no one lived in a castle, but still. We got around. God, that still sounds wrong. Writing: […] Read more…
Stop referring to yourself as your cup size. I mean it. “I’m a D cup.” “I’m huge; I’m an F cup.” “I’m pathetic; I’m, like, a double A.” “I’m a freakshow; I’m a JJ.” I totally used to do this, and I did it because I felt terrible about myself and my boobs. It irritated […] Read more…
Size Range for Bravissimo’s “Alana” bra Short version: American bra sizing is wack and should be ashamed of itself. Short version Part B: The alphabet doesn’t end at D. Short version Part C: Do not trust Victoria’s Secret; that bitch will most likely lie to you. Long version: Heeeeere we go. Sorry. I think lots […] Read more…