Log in

bear by san

March 2017



Powered by LiveJournal.com

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.


That is an awesome fitter, though, because I have had them flat lie to me.

I have a nice standard band size (36) but the cup size... oy gevalt.
The ladies at Lady Grace in Boston were wonderful years ago. I have no idea if they still are. I went with my roommate who needed large cup sizes and since I was there, they decided to measure me too (already knowing they probably wouldn't be able to fit me).
Lady Grace is where my daughter C finally got a bra fitted correctly. That was some years back - I think it was a 32HHH