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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.

Comments

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.
Can you elaborate? I find the employees at truly professional bra-sales places (NOT cheap and common mall stores) are extremely good about making it polite and un-embarrassing and generally humiliation free. If you think they'll be looking at you nude, that's never happened to me.
Dittoing this. And I find they usually offer - "Would you like help with the fitting?" - in a nice way that keeps you from needing to demand anything. I've been more stressed and self-conscious going to a gym or a pharmacy.
Exactly. They're professional, and in a good lingerie/undergarment shop will also carry more than the "standard" sizes so you can get a real fit. It's more than worth going in and as Lenora said, you're never naked.
I felt like this for about a year and a half after it had become obvious that I was no longer the 34B I had been in school.
But it really was worth it when I took a deep breath and let the nice lady in M&S put her measuring tape around my ribcage.
I think there might be a few too many of us taking on this point -- there might be a genuine reason for feeling it would be humiliating. (Prior bad experiences jump to mind, of every kind from triggers to simple bad salespeople) This is why I asked a question first.

So far everyone has been trying to be reassuring rather than judging, but I thought I'd note this before it feels like too much disagreement.