Of Bras and Getting Older

Today I went bra shopping and since I'm loyal to one brand I knew it wouldn't take long. Wrong! Today there was an employee who insisted it had to be the right kind so "the girls" as she called my boobs wouldn't put a strain on my back. She explained why the one I was wearing (lacy one) wasn't the right fit, it didn't support me well enough and would put a strain on my back. So she brought an array, stuck around lifted, shifted and tucked me in and told me to raise my arms above my head. See how much slimmer your sides look, oh yea like I will walk about with my arms high over my head. She explained that she wasn't just going for the most expensive one and decided I needed one that made me look smaller. I finally caved in and bought the one she recommended simply because I could no longer look at my ageing flesh in the mirror. Safe at home, new bra in the washer I brought in the mail and found a new Orvis for women catalog. I've never really bothered with an Orvis catalog, just tossed them in the garbage but today I just had to look. After seeing my flabby, wrinkled self in the mirror at Dillards,  I decided that old age is when pants with elastic waists are starting to look good. I am still resisting, but I know the day will come when I just cave in and buy them.