This post is inspired by too many people and blogs to cite. Too too many to give adequate link-love.
And, seeing as Im the consummate misfit, each time I spy one I think:
I dont own a gym bag. I never carry a purse. I stuff everything in my bra.
And, seeing as Im the consummate misfit, *thats* the post Ive longed to write.
When you see me like this:
Or spy me sweaty:
Theres always a lot more there than meets the proverbial eye.
A lot more which I tend to either use right away (gum for coffee-breath, cash for food, key for key-stuff) or completely forget until I disrobe
hours and hou rs later when I finally shower mere moments after exercising.
Today’s post was prompted by the cascade o’crap which launched forth yesterday when I de-bra’ed.
- paper money.
- a pistachio I couldnt pry open.
- a gum wrapper.
- a random red skull bead.
As I watched the pistachio bounce across the floor I wondered, again, if Im the only woman who consistently has whole tree nuts fall when she disrobes.
And a post was born.
Merely so I can ask you:
- Over-share with me. Normalize for me. What’s in YOUR bra?
PSA: On the remotest chance there is any validity in the cell phone/breast cancer connection I urge you to never, ever tuck your phone in your bra.