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the heartbreak of armpit fat.



I have just discovered the official silliest piece of fatphobia I have ever encountered in my born days.

Apparently, we are all now supposed to be terrified of exposing our unsightly armpit fat.

Based on my admittedly cursory internet research, and exemplified by the image above, I would worry about the health consequences for any woman concerned with armpit fat, because it would suggest that she is not doing her breast self-exam properly. What we see above, in the damning orange circles, is in fact part of the boob. And the problem is that Madam is not wearing a properly-fitting bra, as the one illustrated above is at least two cup sizes too small and one band size too large. The little metal bits (we call them 'underwires') are meant to lie flat against the ribcage, not sit halfway up Mount Doom like the track of a sidehill hoofer.

Why yes, I am supposed to be writing a novel. Why do you ask?

But the patriarchy is in my armpits. Some things just can't wait.

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Couldn't agree with you more on the poor fit. But you're not giving us a link to the source material! :D

Oz
Nor will I. You can google if you want it, but I won't direct traffic to this shit.
Exactly. A lot of women don't understand how to buy a properly fitting bra. Thank goodness for my local bra shop, or I'd have never known either.
Yep. Before I read all of the writing, I saw the photo. My first impression: she needs to see a bra fitter! :) Most department stores in the US and UK (and many other countries) have them -- and they're completely free, but many women don't know about them.
Some of them, sadly, won't advise you to buy anything that they don't carry. Which is why a bra fitter once told me I needed a 44D.

(38F, people. You can't average band/cup sizes like that.)

But yes: bra fitter. Stat.
the patriarchy is in my armpits. Some things just can't wait.

<3 Mockery is sometimes the only response.
And it would be perfectly reasonable for people to say things like, "I don't want to wear things that are pinchy!" But no, that can't be the criterion. It's that other people might be dismayed by looking at the pinchy-ness. So messed up.
Trying on a garment and then blaming your body because the garment doesn't fit is part and parcel of body shaming culture. Wouldn't it be great if we could all blame the garment instead?
And straps adjusted too short. I bet the back is hiked way up.
Years ago (as in, 25 or so), Special K ran an ad campaign with a slogan of something like "can you pinch an inch?" Of course, almost anyone who isn't toned rock solid can, indeed, pinch an inch. And thus, everyone was too fat and needed their (neither low calorie nor high fiber) cereal.

Edited at 2013-01-02 10:44 pm (UTC)
Longer ago than that, even; I remember it in the UK in the '70s. At the time, I was six-foot odd and nine stone or thereabouts, pretty much the definition of skeletal adolescent boy, not a spare ounce of fat anywhere - and yes, I could still pinch an inch.

Baffling and appalling

Healthy people are bulgy, at least somewhere. Even models, if they haven't been photoshopped out of existence.
And even if her bra DID fit properly, but was cut in such a way that the upper outer portions of the boob were exposed -- in what clothing, exactly, would the average woman expect to display this portion of her anatomy? Other than a swimsuit, or perhaps workout gear?

All right, the fact that I'm sitting here in a large and cozy wool turtleneck sweater (and no bra, because any time I can get away without them I will, ugh) and can barely remember summer may have something to do with it. But even my spaghetti-strap camis are cut closer to the armpit than that.

And even if it were on display... somehow I don't see it as a big deal.
Ballet school flashback! My class had an epidemic of worry when I was a (so skinny as to be amenorrheic) early teen, back when those really thick, really shiny Lycra camisoles were the latest thing. Then somebody noticed that those bulges were skin. *facepalm*
Blogging this. Thanx.
I refuse to be condemned because I have a human body. They can shove it. Course right as of now, I'm just wearing a comfy sweatshirt and NO bra.
And shouldn't you be working on a novel? Forget this crap, get back to work!
And Happy writing.
Oh FFS.

FWIW, I tend to get a bit of that even with the best fitting bras I've ever found - and I'm hard core about my bras. Well, maybe not with my Elomi, but that's that a wicking bra and that's important.
Yeah, there's always a bit there. The lean forward and shake it into place tricks helps me get a less pinchy fit, but still.
Don't even get me started on bra sizing. Or the patriarchy.
"The patriarchy is in my armpits." That is a great line, Bear. You have got to use it somewhere.

Interefering male note: As a result of my own weight lost, I have significant fat bulges on the side of my own chest, just below my armpits. This gives me the appearance, when naked of carrying saddlebags pendant to my ribcage. I suspect that this is a related phenomenon.
Day. Made.
Gah. I've become that person telling all the women I know about the wonders of properly fitting bras, and that sizes above DD *exist* and bands should give support, not the shoulder straps. I cringe looking at pictures like you posted...it looks so painful.
(34G, here.)
*boggle*

Do you think if she looked in the mirror without the bra on she'd still see a "problem"? Because even as a guy, the bra--especially on the left side of the picture--looks like it's kind of digging in to the skin.

Isn't it constricting/annoying to wear a bra that's not a good fit? I don't like wearing an undershirt that's snug, I can't imagine how much more annoying a bra that's improperly fitting would be.
Bras are annoying, period, even the ones that fit properly.

BREASTS are annoying. Unsupported breasts, if they are breasts of any size, are even more annoying. (Mine cause rather a lot of back pain.)

But bras should not hurt, or dig in, though they have to be snug or they don't offer proper support.
Good grief. They just never run out of ways to criticize women's bodies, do they?
Never.

ZOMG MY ARMPITS ARE FAT I CANNOT LEAVE THE HOUSE!

Jesus.
The patriarchy is in my armpits.

Best line ever.

I noticed this when I started to wear bras that actually fit - for a long while I was too broke to get new ones when the 38B and the 36C stopped fitting, so I had bizarre bulges. Bulges that made me think I was weird. Made me think maybe I had Things Gone Wrong inside, even.

(Never actually thought it was fat. I was lighter then, and more athletic before I embarked upon the Thesis From Hell.)

But it turns out that when I wear 38C my hairy armpits fail to bulge breastily. So! Properly fitting bras, the solution to many problems.
I just found out recently that apparently I've been a C cup for years, after resolutely trying to pretend I was a B. (Because that's what I was in high school, dammit! ...yeah.) I'm now grimly contemplating how to buy decent bras. Finding ones in my size should be trivial, fortunately; finding ones that are comfortable seems to be a completely different matter.

I had never before realized that I was supposed to worry about my funky underarms, though. Probably because I wear horrible one-size-fits-most bra...things...that don't so much support as wrap a layer of fabric vaguely over the whole area and call it a day.
The patriarchy needs to go to its room and watch the football game, and then give some serious thought to eating a more healthy menu itself and maybe getting a hybrid car.

Also, I am an official Fat Person and I don't have "fat" armpits. My bras fit.
I've been searching for bras that fit for years.

Once upon a time, all good little girls wore girdles. And then panty hose.

Girdles went the way of the dodo, thank ghu. But panty hose are still popular for women who haven't discovered the joys of pantsuits.

I live for the day that bras go the way of the girdle, but I may not live that long.
If that happened, I would have to learn how to make my own, because I could not fucking live without them.

Much less walk down a flight of stairs. Or type comfortably.

And going for a run would be absolutely out of the question.
I will never, NEVER understand how any woman can wear a poorly-fitted bra. The killer is that most women don't even know about getting fitted for them.
I don't have words to express the humiliation I would face if I walked into a store and demanded that some poor employee fit me for a bra.
I went to a bra specialist and got fitted. 40C she said, not 42B. Cool, easier to buy. After about six months of bras that were too tight in the band, I went back to my 42B demi underwires and I have been happy ever since. Hey whatever makes you feel good.
I don't know much about bra fitting, but I do know that, to my eye, that's a very nice-looking woman's torso. I would never have thought twice about her armpits. These people with their orange circles need a hobby, man.
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