What I Learned From Laughter

One of my favorite bloggers - Robert Hruzek of Middle Zone Musings - likes to run a monthly writing project. It always starts with “What I Learned From”, and then you get a chance to expound on some topic that allows your imagination some room to roam.

This month the topic is What I Learned From Laughter.

Well, as a writer who talks on all things lingerie, I couldn’t resist this topic. Why? Well, I learned quite a lesson from gut-splitting, side-slapping laughter - in the wrong bra.

We say it here all the time: the fit is everything. If you can’t seem to find the right bra, it’s likely the fit. If your bra is uncomfortable, it’s likely the fit. If the band rides up, it’s likely the fit. If your straps are cutting into your shoulders, it’s likely the fit.

Let me say in my defense that I was young. I was foolish. I was incredibly unskilled in the ways of any kind of lingerie, but particularly so with bras. After all, you can flub the fit of your panties and get away with it (particularly in a pair of jeans, which is the standard university uniform). But a poorly fit bra will always be obvious.

Okay - if I remember correctly, we were a group of young females at some kind of social function that included dancing. I’d had to adjust my bra occasionally, but that was nothing new. Dancing tends to put some stress on breasts. Then, one of us found something funny and hit that particular humorous note: the one that leaves everyone not just laughing but snorting and hiccuping and howling. We were also collapsing over at the waist (after all, we were all standing around, hoping to be noticed), when it happened.

I lost a breast.

The cup might have been riding up - because I’d bought the band too big. Or perhaps the material had been abused in one too many dormitory laundromats. All I know is I was suddenly fishing in my shirt to retrieve a breast and place it properly back in a cup - without being noticed.

I can assure you that I must have blushed red from my nose to my toes.

It was shortly after that I went bra shopping with my friend, Linda. She is large busted like me and kindly helped me to find a bra that fit better with a few gentle suggestions. (Thank you Linda. You were my original bra expert!)

So, what I learned from laughter is that it really IS important how your bra fits. After all, if you want to be noticed, it’s much better if it’s because of how great you look and not because one of the “girls” has tried to make a run for it.