When I look back at my life, I wish so much that I could tell my younger self things. I think I’ll start writing those letters down for you to see/laugh at. Today we are going to dive into my biggest regret, ill-fitting underwear. Hold on to your knickers…
Dear Younger Carynn,
PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT I AM SAYING!
Remember when you were in eighth grade and bought your first D-cup bra? Man, that sucked.
Remember when your mom stopped buying your bras and you were in charge of it? It was sweet freedom mixed with the burden of having to decide what you could afford. That sucked but a little less. No more white or tan. No more five-snap closures and wide shoulder straps for comfort. Only pretty and sexy flowers, polka dots and lace. Supportive? SUPPORTIVE?! To hell with that! We only wanted cute and you can’t feel cute in beige.
Fast forward to college. Remember having to try to buy swimsuits that didn’t stick to every roll but were tight at the top to keep the girls reigned in? That wasn’t so awesome either. The cute suits with actual built-in bras were like a million dollars! The alternatives had a sad piece of tan material that was advertised as a ‘bra’ and may as well have not been there at all. You went with those so you could try not to break the bank. That sucked too.
Well let me let you in on a little secret… ALWAYS go with the lift and separate no matter the price! You can afford it, I swear. Well, mostly you can’t afford not to buy it. Your boobs will thank you and you will look so much better. For years you will have to live through beige but around 1996 they will start making pretty bras that fit like a glove. Invest and enjoy! Your pictures, your back and your future self will all thank you too : )
Oh, and buy any undies you want, just make sure they’re super comfy and make you feel cute. No need for the granny panties though, you’ve been better than that for 33 years strong so don’t give in.
P.S. Don’t wait a week, just call him. Things get good ; )