Last month was National Breast Cancer Awareness Month and that put me on a train of thought --- Boobs. I've got 'em, and I'm glad. I do everything I've been told to do so they're well-cared for, be it mammograms, taking vitamins or choosing bras that keep them as far away from my belly button as possible. 'Come on girls! Getty-up!'
Years ago I had a fashion crisis that had me mistreating my boobs. I was going to a fancy gathering with my husband. We had been married a short time and he had yet to peak behind the curtain to see the wizard do her magic. He didn't need to know about the slips that were practically girdles. He didn't need to see how I removed hair from places it shouldn't be. And he definitely didn't need to see how I was making sure my 'temperature gauges' didn't poke through my light-weight dress. I was doing an old trick that my girlfriends told me about, putting tape over my nipples. That's right, good ol' fashioned scotch tape on my nipples.
Now, this move is an act of beauty desperation. What would I rather deal with tonight? Nipples poking out distracting all who glanced my way? Or, run the risk of someone hugging tightly and hearing the crinkle of tape when it wasn't Christmas? I chose the later.
My new husband and I met his employer and his co-workers for dinner at a wonderful restaurant. This was before children and in those days we lingered over our meals, and talked about life issues, world issues. Not like our current faire "So, what grade is Katie in again?", "Wow, they sure do grow up fast", etc.
At the end of the evening I was slipping out of my armor when my husband came in the bedroom. I turned around only to see him staring at my boobs, and not in a good way. 'What?!? You've seen these before!' I said. He came closer and said "Yeah, I've seen them, but what's on them?" Huh? Oh my gosh! I turned around to take the tape off, only I was so flustered that I ripped the tape off fast, and it hurt!!!
Needless to say, that week I discovered those lovely little creations called "Petals". Why-oh-why hadn't I sought these out earlier? Thank goodness I have them now.
My boobs thank me.
***First posted at Beautiful! Fabulous! Contributing writer ***
Years ago I had a fashion crisis that had me mistreating my boobs. I was going to a fancy gathering with my husband. We had been married a short time and he had yet to peak behind the curtain to see the wizard do her magic. He didn't need to know about the slips that were practically girdles. He didn't need to see how I removed hair from places it shouldn't be. And he definitely didn't need to see how I was making sure my 'temperature gauges' didn't poke through my light-weight dress. I was doing an old trick that my girlfriends told me about, putting tape over my nipples. That's right, good ol' fashioned scotch tape on my nipples.
Now, this move is an act of beauty desperation. What would I rather deal with tonight? Nipples poking out distracting all who glanced my way? Or, run the risk of someone hugging tightly and hearing the crinkle of tape when it wasn't Christmas? I chose the later.
My new husband and I met his employer and his co-workers for dinner at a wonderful restaurant. This was before children and in those days we lingered over our meals, and talked about life issues, world issues. Not like our current faire "So, what grade is Katie in again?", "Wow, they sure do grow up fast", etc.
At the end of the evening I was slipping out of my armor when my husband came in the bedroom. I turned around only to see him staring at my boobs, and not in a good way. 'What?!? You've seen these before!' I said. He came closer and said "Yeah, I've seen them, but what's on them?" Huh? Oh my gosh! I turned around to take the tape off, only I was so flustered that I ripped the tape off fast, and it hurt!!!
Needless to say, that week I discovered those lovely little creations called "Petals". Why-oh-why hadn't I sought these out earlier? Thank goodness I have them now.
My boobs thank me.
***First posted at Beautiful! Fabulous! Contributing writer ***