WARNING: This post contains TMI about my body. Just so you know.
Ever since Carolyn was born and I breastfed her for the short time I did, I've had a problem.
A big problem.
Well, not so big to anyone else, but big to me.
A nipple problem.
Carolyn would call it a "Bipple problem", which really is so much more cute, since I kind of get red-faced and giggle a little but every time I even think about typing the word "nipple".
Let's just say that my nipples are always...um...on.
Stuff like that, you know.
I can generally get around it by wearing a padded bra.
But at the gym, I'm not so lucky.
You see, it was hard enough finding a stupid 38DD sports bra to begin with.
Apparently girls my size don't (or shouldn't) buy sports bras.
And, when we do buy them, we apparently don't need any extra padding.
Well, people, I assure you that I do.
I spend a lot of my time at the gym with my arms crossed over my chest trying to hide what I've got going on there.
It's super, super embarrassing.
However, if I'm going to exercise, I eventually have to bare all and just deal with it.
Short of lining by bra with a pair of socks, I can't think of a single thing to make it better.