Yeah, I wear push-up bras, and I’m not afraid to admit it.

In fact, these days I don’t touch anything that isn’t Styrofoamy or unidentifiable liquidy. Sure, that lacy thing is pretty, but if it ain’t padded, it ain’t perfect.

My boobs aren’t small. They’re not big either. They’re right in the middle, somewhere between I’m-Running-Free-In-A-Backless-T-Shirt! and Even-Straight-Girls-Stare-At-Them!

Growing up, I was so freaked out by my body that I would grab things off the rack at Target without even looking, and thus have never truly figured out my size.

Somewhere along the line I realized that knowing your exact bra size wasn’t as important as the padding that pushed the boobs up, and since then, I’ve made it my hobby the find all the new kinds of padding and try them all out personally. Read More »