So, I guess I’ve missed several days of the challenge. Two, I think. Whoopsie doodle doo.
Like I really give a crap.
Today, I’m going to write about some embarrassing crap, just because I can’t think of anything else. Beware if talk about nipples and bras makes you uncomfortable.
So, I’ve somehow lost the only binder that I have. I’ve taken good care of it, washed it often and carefully, even sewn it up when one of my friends accidentally cut a hole in it. It’s funny- it’s the most expensive thing I’ve ever bought to wear, and it’s become the one thing that I absolutely never leave the house with. It feels weird that I’ve become so dependent on a single piece of cloth for my personal comfort.
So for the first time in almost a year today, I had to go out wearing a bra.
I felt like a fucking clown.
I’d lost my binder somewhere between my best friend’s house and home, so it was on the way home to my place that I was wearing the goddamned contraption. I’d never much noticed it growing up, but bras are really, really uncomfortable. I wound up with all kinds of red marks in my shoulders that have now become foreign to me. It made me look like Madonna, or at least, I felt that way. I kept getting slightly startled every time I looked down.
See, I had to borrow one from my friend, and I’d never really spent any kind of money on ones for myself so I always had the crappy little ones from Wal-Mart, but she had this full support, lacey, padded, wired, superstructured wonderbra of a thing that made them spring to attention in a way I’d never seen them look before. I spent a lot of time with my arms crossed, but it didn’t much help. Mainly, all I’d wanted was something that would put a layer between my t-shirt and my pointy-ass nipples. But after wearing it for a couple minutes, I began to think it wasn’t really worth it. This damned thing made my chestnuts look about twice the size they really were.
So, as soon as I got home, I traded it out for my old bandages- what I wore before I finally broke down and got an actual binder. I’d almost forgotten how to wear them- how to bind them loose but repetitively for maximum durability, wrap them even, where to set them so they wouldn’t look lumpy and stupid, etc. They don’t work nearly as well, last nearly as long, look nearly as natural or feel nearly as comfortable as a real binder, but they’re ok in a pinch.
I just hope I find my real one soon. I don’t have the cash to get a new one.
This blows, man.