The picture above is a rare look of me accepting sweaty defeat, after fighting for my life in the dressing room. Y’all know that moment. The moment that every woman hates. You aren’t in the right head space to go bra shopping, nonetheless you go anyway. You walk by a bra shop and think to yourself, “Let’s get this over with.” A terrible decision, really.

Fast forward ten minutes and you are a sweaty mess, red faced, and annoyed that you even have to go bra shopping in the first place. The sales associate comes in at one of your worst moments and insists on measuring you. You have to flash your boobs to a complete stranger. This is womanhood, my friends.

Xoxo,

Lady Samantha