Getting Something Off My Chest

(Or, yes... they do use the rest of the alphabet)
I'm currently listening to: Me First and the Gimme Gimmes' cover of "I sing the Body Electric" on LAUNCHcast

This is for all the girls out there. Guys, scram... see you next post.

All of my friends know that I wear an unusual size. I go into Victoria's Secret, and they kick me out. Why? I'm an F, or in other terms, a triple D. Naturally.

So I have to ask, since men have declared that they prefer their women with racks that boast a C or D, why should only the first four aphabetic letters be the only ones able to wear the fun bras? You know the kinds that I'm talking about... the black ones with orange flames, or cow print, or the cherry bra/thong set.

When there's nothing short of a leather boustier, or too-tight cups from Fredrick's of Hollywood, who does a woman turn to? Well, I've still got time to figure that one out.

In the meantime, I'm relying on Monica of Wapsi Square to keep me hanging on and praying for a lacy thing that fits at Frederick's.