By Laura Grimes
This newsflash is for everyone who knows my woes. Everyone else can ignore it. I ordered bras online.
Normally, this is not something I would discuss in public. My flushed cheeks and Mama-taught-me-better ways insist on it. But, given my past experiences shopping for underitems while coping with Large Smelly Boys, this might possibly be an occasion for a raucous public celebration. Before we jump around, though, let me first put on a sports bra.
I learned about these gizmos reading a big, elastic glossary dedicated solely to the language of bras. Who knew there was such a thing? And so long? A garment so confounding that it requires 90 terms to explain it. What it says, in part, about sports bras: â€œWhen you move, so does your bust. It’s called â€˜bounce.â€™ â€