I’m what you’d call well-endowed. Or, if I happen to be walking by and you are drunk or wearing a construction hat, you might call me a brick…house (which, well into motherhood, is A-OK with me, and thank you, sir!) Dealing with my boobs has been an occupation of mine since they first arrived on the scene — demanding an underwire bra — when I … Continue reading Confessions of A Bra Snob