Trying on a bra under the harsh fluorescent lights of the department store fitting room, I was forced to stare down the more prominent imperfections of my 40-something-year-old body. There were the regular lumps and bumps, but this time, I noticed something new: I got the distinct impression that certain parts of my anatomy were trying to make a break for it, avalanche style. The chirpy salesclerk had already lassoed me with her measuring tape and declared me a cup size bigger than normal, an...
Trying on a bra under the harsh fluorescent lights of the department store fitting room, I was forced to stare down the more prominent imperfections of my 40-something-year-old body. There were the regular lumps and bumps, but this time, I noticed something new: I got the distinct impression that certain parts of my anatomy were trying to make a break for it, avalanche style. The chirpy salesclerk had already lassoed me with her measuring tape and declared me a cup size bigger than normal, an...
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