I went over to my Mom’s on Saturday to pick her up and our conversation went something like this:
“What’s going on here?” I say pointing towards her boobs.
“Oh this bra is old. It doesn’t fit very well.”
“I’ll say. We need to get you sized for a proper fitting bra.”
“No. I’ll just buy my usual.”
“No, we’re going to stop at the store and have someone measure you. The right sized bra can be life altering. It could make you look like you’ve lost 5lbs!”
“I already lost 5lbs. I don’t want to go.”
“Congratulations on losing 5lbs. It could make you look like you’ve lost 10lbs then! We need to go.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Because I don’t want to.”
“That isn’t even a reason. You don’t even have to get undressed. They just measure over your clothes around the circumference to figure out the right size.”
“How do they figure it out?”
“I don’t know. It’s math. I don’t like math. You need a better bra and I am going to buy you one.”
“I’m not sure. . .”
“Listen, Oprah says that over 75% of women are wearing the wrong size bra and you’re apparently one of them. Look, you just made me invoke Oprah and you know I don’t even like her! We’re going.”
“Well, okay. . .”
We never made it to the movie we intended to see because we were too busy buying bras and underpants. Isn’t that what you do with your mom? Here I am at almost 37 years old taking my mom bra shopping when twenty-something years ago she did the same for me. Funny how the tables turn as we get older.
The good news is my Mom is now wearing the right sized bra. Hallelujah!
P.S. Mom? I’m sorry for writing about your bra and boobs on my blog. Well, sort of. Consider it a public service announcement. 😉