[Warning: This post contains boobs.]

I'm just all about the self-discovery right now, apparently. Today I finally realized that, at a B cup, I really don't need to wear underwire bras. It took a long time to come to this realization, because my mom (who is even smaller than I am) wears underwire bras, and I've been wearing them probably since I was about 14. I just assumed that was what you wore. So, I didn't even realize that it was possible for bras to not be a little pinchy and awkward. But apparently so. Right now, most of my bras are hand-me-downs, and a couple of them have recently had the underwire poke through the fabric to stab me in the chest, which is about as pleasant as it sounds. So, today I finally said, "Screw this." And I took the underwires out of the bra.

It feels so much better now. My boobs are FREE! I used to hate this bra (it's one of those ones that clasp in the front and it feels awkward), but just taking out the underwires was enough to make it actually comfortable. Life is good!

[Anybody trying to avoid the boobs can start reading again now.]

Also, Aud and I are going to go see Pirates 3 tonight, so if I'm not around until later than usual, that's why. We just watched the trailer for the first time ever, and it looks amazing.