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February 2017



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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.


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.