But my bra situation is very unfortunate, especially with this tighter top I chose to wear today. With a heavy sigh, I tug at the top of my bra to try to get my girls back in their jail cells. I used to be a solid D-cup, but whatever is happening to my chesticles now is most definitely not fitting in my D-cup bras. I hold my hand to the side of my mouth and use my best flight attendant voice as I add, “Ladies, please return to your assigned seats.”
