Out grew all of my bras, or they are uncomfortable as hell anymore, so I go without one most times unless I'm going to town.
Went last night to go celebrate my father's 73rd birthday and eat cake and as I was sitting at the table-THIS HAPPENED
My step mother, and a couple of aunt's and uncles started talking about how I'm worse than a cow, and that I should just carry a pail with me everywhere.
I laughed it off because I didn't want to make a big deal about it. But it kind of stung.
I understand the joke.
But I felt a little hurt being compared to a cow.
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