If you are like me, you constantly struggle with your undergarments. My bra straps are always falling down or I tighten them and then I lose feeling in my arm. I personally would love to go commando upstairs but unfortunately or fortunately, depending on who you ask, I inherited my Grandma’s cleavage. Thankfully my lady parts are still above my knees (I love you Grandma!) but I also haven’t had children yet… so I could be doomed!! I finally decided it was time to do something about this horrible bra situation. I went to get a bra makeover. I did a little online research and found a place in NYC which claimed to “change women’s lives forever.” Big statement, but I was willing to give it a shot.
I knew this lady would be invading my personal space, so I put on my fanciest matching bra and panty set (kind of felt like cleaning before the cleaning lady comes, but I needed to make an impression!) since I was heading to meet the person who was going to change my life forever. She barely finished shaking my hand before the boob wrangler was handling my boobs. Hello!! While groping me, she told me about the rigorous training she had to go through and how schooled she was on bra selection. At this point I had no choice but to trust her; her only downfall, in my opinion, was she wasn’t enjoying my inappropriate jokes. Come on, her hand was cupping my breast, you’d think she’d cut me some slack!! But alas, after a little poking, pinching and pulling I was, in fact, given the perfect bra. At least that was what I was told. I paid my bill and I was on my way, $125.00 later.
Let me tell you, this bra is a miracle. I would wear it everyday if I could, but that’s kind of gross. Ladies, take the time to find a boob wrangler in your area and go. It’s worth the time, invasion of personal space and money. You can all thank me later!