Because I dislike the cold weather, I don't put too much attention into my wardrobe; however, with the increasingly warm weather comes a certain consciousness about what I'm wearing. I like to keep my toenails painted because I prefer open-toed, high-heeled sandals or flip flops. I make sure my legs are shaved because I'd rather wear a skirt or shorts than jeans and pants. And, I make sure I have the right bras so they aren't visible through the sheeriest of summer shirts.
That last point is about the extent of my thoughts regarding wearing brassieres during the summer. At least until recently. Imagine my surprise when over the past several months I've noticed a condition that I haven't previously had.
Now is the time I caution you if you're easily disturbed by TMI (You know: Too Much Information) then you should probably stop reading.
My condition... Remember this is a woman's world... okay, okay, I'll get on with it... My condition is protruding (<--insert "e" word there) thingys that are attached to the areola.
You should see me cracking up at the look of confusion on some of your faces as well as the look of "I can't believe she said that" on others. Hey, I have to make sure Google Adsense doesn't start turning up interesting ads so I'm being a little evasive.
All caught up now, right?
Every time I take off my shirt or my bra I notice the problem. I look down and think, 'When did they become so prominent?' Instead of the supportive, cute, unpadded, sometimes sexy bras that I love, I'm going to have to stick to the cute, padded, often push-up and all-the-time sexy bras that I love a little less.
I know you're thinking that it doesn't sound like that big of a problem, but since I've lost weight the eight bras I had have dwindled to two bras that fit with a couple I just hold onto just in case. Of those only one is padded. SIGH... hence my dilemma.
So it's obvious I'm going to have to catch a lingerie sale and quick, or I'll be walking around for much of the beginning of the season wearing extra clothes. Take it from me that this would not be a pretty picture since I often get "high flashes." Yup, it's true - I may be perimenopausal.
I am aware I could hop by Wal-Mart to pick up something inexpensive to tide me over or even another store that offers great deals. But, if you're like me, you've figured out that well-constructed undergarments, which are normally a little more costly, are worth the price.
In the meantime, I hope I don't get any weird looks 'cause I'm always going to think folks are looking at my boobage ... if ya know what I mean.