Bra shopping!

I am just about the pickiest person when it comes to these things. They can’t be too noticeable under a T-shirt, and pretty little designs are a nix, unless I really like them. I don’t like underwire or front clasps, and the straps have got to tighten a lot. Nude bras must match my skin tone almost exactly, and white bras should not easily show sweat, even though I don’t normally sweat much. Sport bras must be comfortable, and the straps should not come up on the neck like some do.

Then there’s the problem of finding my size. Not good. I am so small! You don’t even want to know my size: 30AA. Yeah. And I don’t even think that’s right, because the band always seems big. Ick.

So, I’m still struggling to find the right bra.

Ah, ’tis finally summer. And I have a cold.

God probably thinks he had a sudden stroke of ironic genuis and is rolling on the floor laughing right now. How cruel.

And I have absolutely nothing fit for warm weather in my closet aside from 5 t-shirts, two pairs of athletic shorts, and two tennis skirts. Oh, and two pairs of flip-flops.

See, the problem is, my legs are too long and thin and my waist is too small. If the length is correct, the waistline is not, and a belt causes it to poof out. If the waist fits correctly, the legs are too short. I would love a pair of short-shorts, but my waist is too small to fit any I like. I would also love a cute summer dress, but just trying to convince my mom to buy me one would most likely result in death, injury, or even punishment.

 I would wear one of my four tank tops, but unfortunately an awful sunburn paired with unsightly peeling has nixed that option.

So I guess I’ll just have to be content with hiding inside all summer except when on the tennis court. Poo.