I'm a bra girl. I am a firm believer of keeping your girls under control whenever you leave the house. I will put a bra on even if it's just to go pick up the Thai takeaway.
When I first started wearing a bra, I used to sleep in it. Can you imagine the horror of it? I was sure if I took my bra off for too long, my boobs would become ginormous overnight and I didn't want that kind of attention I decided. For a large part of my teenage years I wore a sports bra over my bra so I'd hide any hint of curves and look as flat-chested as possible. I know, I had issues.
I like my boobs now but they're still restrained in public. I will never buy a dress or top if I can't figure out how to wear a bra under it. I once fell in love with a dress with a very low back and questioned the bra placement. My friend said I'd have to go braless and that's where my love story with the dress ended. Braless? In public? Umm, no. I'm much too prudish in this regard. Some people do "no bra" dresses very well but I'm just not one of those girls.
This obsession with bra wearing isn't because I love bras. I loathe them. I wear them because of my aforementioned issues with Freedom of Breast-spression but the best part of my day is coming home and taking it off. Unhook, slide strap off and slither arm under, repeat with other arm. Grab bra from under sleeve and yank out. Bra gone. You know the drill. If you're in a strapless, even better - you can take the damn thing off in one swift motion! The pleasure of being unrestrained is unexplainable to a man. It's probably how they feel about going commando but it's not quite the same. Their privates aren't strapped in, they're simply held in place.
Weekends are good. You can be bra-less and 100% mark-free for longer. If we don't particularly have to be somewhere on a Saturday night, the decision making process often goes like this:
"Going out involves wearing a bra (and possibly heels too). Is the place cool enough/ is the food good enough to warrant giving up my bra-less state?"
Often, going bra-free wins over going out. Sad, I know. Old people like, I know. But honestly, sometimes it's really not worth the effort. Don't deny it ladies!
And then there's also the misery of washing them. Honestly, bras have been around FOREVER, so have washing machines. Why hasn't someone come up with a way to throw your bras in the washing machine without worrying it will come out mangled and shapeless? I have the additional misery of having to hand wash my sports bras as well. 2 bras per day, every day. Where's a maid when you need one?
Bra shopping? Don't even get me started. It's right up there with jeans shopping and bikini shopping. If you want your boobies well protected, you want to invest in a decent pair. But decent pairs are expensive. Plenty of cheap bras at Best & Less to choose from, I know. But then your girls will be more Less, less Best. Never mind that irrespective of price tag, finding a pair that fits just the way you want is just too much to ask for. I told you, don't get me started.
Dear "bra-burning" Feminists (forgive the cliched myth but it was necessary in this context), I totes get it. It's oppression and I want out. Literally.
And no, don't say it. I'm not going to wear an Ahhh Bra.
*This post is part of the November NaBloPoMo blogging challenge.
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Nov 6, 2012
Nov 3, 2012
#NaBloPoMo: In which I get a tad defensive
I exercise. A lot. Many of my friends don't understand it. They tell me "but you don't need to lose weight."
But when did I say anything about losing weight?
Exercising for me is not fuelled by the need to lose weight but by the fear my heart will stop pumping one of these days and I will fall off the face of the earth. You see, poor cardiovascular health is a multi-generational inheritance in my family. Fear is a pretty strong motivator. Also seeing the definition in my quads and shoulder muscles is an added bonus. ;-)
Obviously, eating is also part of the big "Beat the Impending Heart Attack Plan". I eat healthy, very healthy. (There, I said it) I look at the back of packets to see the fat content, % of sugar, artificial ingredients etc. I buy the wholegrain / low fat/ less sugar version of most foods. I eat "hipster" food like quinoa, buckwheat noodles, rye wraps and stoneground 85% wholemeal bread. I cook at least 5 times a week, if not 6 - mostly because I struggle to find healthy takeaway food that doesn't cost the moon and the stars.
This is where most people start rolling their eyes because this "healthy eating" translates to living off salad and veggies only. This is followed by feeling sorry for me and my deprived food choices and very often even judging me as vain.
But I don't understand it. If you know me even a little bit you will know how much I LOVE my food and live for it (see my Instagram for proof) so why do you feel sorry for me? Healthy eating is more than salads. Because food is so important to me, I cook really delicious meals that are also healthy. I have an emotional relationship with food so I always cook food I enjoy eating so please, don't worry I'm not depriving myself. I just know how to cook food that will not clog up my arteries and kill me.
I'm aware that I sound a bit like a privileged whinger banging on about health, fitness and other buzzwords. But I'm not. I don't normally talk about my fitness or my food with people because you see it's no one else's business. I don't try to get anyone to think the way I do and don't judge anyone for eating differently or for choosing a different lifestyle. But a few things have happened lately that have made me feel very…judged. So I figured I'd vent and defend my choices because hey you know what? It's my body so these are my choices and I'll get sexy thigh muscles if I want them dammit!
But when did I say anything about losing weight?
Exercising for me is not fuelled by the need to lose weight but by the fear my heart will stop pumping one of these days and I will fall off the face of the earth. You see, poor cardiovascular health is a multi-generational inheritance in my family. Fear is a pretty strong motivator. Also seeing the definition in my quads and shoulder muscles is an added bonus. ;-)
Obviously, eating is also part of the big "Beat the Impending Heart Attack Plan". I eat healthy, very healthy. (There, I said it) I look at the back of packets to see the fat content, % of sugar, artificial ingredients etc. I buy the wholegrain / low fat/ less sugar version of most foods. I eat "hipster" food like quinoa, buckwheat noodles, rye wraps and stoneground 85% wholemeal bread. I cook at least 5 times a week, if not 6 - mostly because I struggle to find healthy takeaway food that doesn't cost the moon and the stars.
This is where most people start rolling their eyes because this "healthy eating" translates to living off salad and veggies only. This is followed by feeling sorry for me and my deprived food choices and very often even judging me as vain.
But I don't understand it. If you know me even a little bit you will know how much I LOVE my food and live for it (see my Instagram for proof) so why do you feel sorry for me? Healthy eating is more than salads. Because food is so important to me, I cook really delicious meals that are also healthy. I have an emotional relationship with food so I always cook food I enjoy eating so please, don't worry I'm not depriving myself. I just know how to cook food that will not clog up my arteries and kill me.
I'm aware that I sound a bit like a privileged whinger banging on about health, fitness and other buzzwords. But I'm not. I don't normally talk about my fitness or my food with people because you see it's no one else's business. I don't try to get anyone to think the way I do and don't judge anyone for eating differently or for choosing a different lifestyle. But a few things have happened lately that have made me feel very…judged. So I figured I'd vent and defend my choices because hey you know what? It's my body so these are my choices and I'll get sexy thigh muscles if I want them dammit!
*This post is part of the November NaBloPoMo blogging challenge.
Aug 4, 2012
Mornings + Cold
So this winter has been ridiculously cold. Ok so may be in Finland it gets to minus 30 and *that's* cold but whatevs. 15 degrees is cold. For Queensland, and for me.
Anyhoo, so in the mornings I stay in the shower until I am dragged out because it's the only happy place in the world. Because there is nothing worse than coming out of the shower into a cold, dreary place known as the Rest Of The Bathroom. But apparently 45 minute showers in the morning make us late for work (Tell me again how adult life is supposed to be fun). So J came up with the idea of dragging the heater into the bathroom before going into the shower. Genius.
This morning, I pressed all its little buttons but the damn heater would not come on. Only obvious explanation for this? J had somehow broken the heater while I was asleep. "What did you do to heater? It's not working...how did you break it"
"I didn't break it. I've been in bed, like you" "No, I'm sure you broke it. You know its cold and I can't have a shower without it. WHY IS IT SOOOOO COLD?" "Are you sure you switched it on?" "Of course, I pressed all the buttons"
"No..I mean at the wall. Did you plug it in?"
"Oh..."
Remember how I said mornings aren't my thing?
Anyhoo, so in the mornings I stay in the shower until I am dragged out because it's the only happy place in the world. Because there is nothing worse than coming out of the shower into a cold, dreary place known as the Rest Of The Bathroom. But apparently 45 minute showers in the morning make us late for work (Tell me again how adult life is supposed to be fun). So J came up with the idea of dragging the heater into the bathroom before going into the shower. Genius.
This morning, I pressed all its little buttons but the damn heater would not come on. Only obvious explanation for this? J had somehow broken the heater while I was asleep. "What did you do to heater? It's not working...how did you break it"
"I didn't break it. I've been in bed, like you" "No, I'm sure you broke it. You know its cold and I can't have a shower without it. WHY IS IT SOOOOO COLD?" "Are you sure you switched it on?" "Of course, I pressed all the buttons"
"No..I mean at the wall. Did you plug it in?"
"Oh..."
Remember how I said mornings aren't my thing?
Aug 3, 2012
Mornings.
I don't deal with them well. I wake up early for work but that's because I have to go be an adult and shiz but left to me I'd rather hibernate till it's spring.
Unfortunately for me, J is quite the morning person. Unfortunately for him, he has to endure these scenes (with variations) almost every morning:
Scene: In bed *alarm goes off*
Me: WHY IS IT RINGING ALREADY? It's dark outside. Did you set it right???
J: Yes. Same alarm, everyday. Same argument, everyday. Wake up.
Me: No. It's not morning yet.
J: Fine. Do you want eggs?
(The man knows me too well, bribing me with food and that)
End scene.
Scene: Getting ready for work
J: *touching my cheek trying to be all affectionate-like*
Me: AAAaaaahhhh WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? IT'S COLD!!!! Don't touch me!
End scene.
Scene: Driving to work
J: *attempting to have a conversation with me and getting responses in grunts and yawns.*
J: You are sooo grumpy in the morning.
R: It's cold and I haven't had my coffee yet, I'm conserving my energy by not talking. Just drive.
No conversation for the rest of the journey.
End scene.
Honestly, I don't know why the man puts up with me.
Unfortunately for me, J is quite the morning person. Unfortunately for him, he has to endure these scenes (with variations) almost every morning:
Scene: In bed *alarm goes off*
Me: WHY IS IT RINGING ALREADY? It's dark outside. Did you set it right???
J: Yes. Same alarm, everyday. Same argument, everyday. Wake up.
Me: No. It's not morning yet.
J: Fine. Do you want eggs?
(The man knows me too well, bribing me with food and that)
End scene.
Scene: Getting ready for work
J: *touching my cheek trying to be all affectionate-like*
Me: AAAaaaahhhh WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? IT'S COLD!!!! Don't touch me!
End scene.
Scene: Driving to work
J: *attempting to have a conversation with me and getting responses in grunts and yawns.*
J: You are sooo grumpy in the morning.
R: It's cold and I haven't had my coffee yet, I'm conserving my energy by not talking. Just drive.
No conversation for the rest of the journey.
End scene.
Honestly, I don't know why the man puts up with me.
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