This is basically just the MySpace style from, like, 2005 because the youths are regurgitating Y2K, and it’s not ideal because that era was a mess, but they can love what they love. Who am I to judge?
Also, sorry for the Summer 2023 influx of Jenn selfies. Work is slower this time of year! What’s that, you say? I should work on writing the rest of my second novel instead? Maybe just mind your business!
When you make a needlessly dramatic post about putting your own comfort before cleavage… then a push-up bra you ordered arrives in the mail a few days later and you forget everything you once preached:
In my defense, the point of the last post was that the other bra was too loose in some places and too tight in others, so I was sacrificing comfort for cleavage.
But now, with this new bra, I can have both!
Also, shout-out to my literal work emails in the background. I took these over the weekend, I swear! No one rat me out to HR, please!
My bra straps were drawn super tight, which pushed my breasts up high and squashed them together for maximum cleavage, but the band kept riding up my back and the cups had gaps in spots, because my breasts are different sizes. It was uncomfortable.
So, I adjusted the straps. Now there are no gaps and the band sits where it needs to.
Do my breasts look flatter as a result? Sure do.
Did the fancy cleavage go bye-bye? Sure did.
But I’ve wasted so many years panicking about how desirable I can appear to others… when how comfortable I feel should be my top priority.
Still un-learning and re-learning things like that.
Also, shout-out to the bruise on my upper thigh, my phone charger cord, my messy desk, my towels, my Walmart bag, my CPAP machine’s travel case, my sweaty workout socks, and the remote control to my treadmill for their contribution to these photos.
