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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.


"The fact that retail shops simply do not carry band sizes under 32 is seriously a problem."

This! I went around wearing 34B for years until the back pain got unmanageable. Got myself measured, got told I was a 32C. Hard enough to find in stores but they had a couple. Still had back pain though. Measured myself and ordered bras online- 28DD fits great, pain reduced, yay! (Not anymore, they got bigger. :( )But the fricking saleslady couldn't tell me that I was a 28 anything cuz of course they don't stock it. Buying bras is this crazy ordering and returning ordeal and I hate that they don't last forever so I have to do it more than once.