Just one of those days, that a girl goes through

At the tender age of 23, there comes a time in a gal's life where she must learn to be a big girl. There are many life lessons that can help bring someone to that next plateau. For some its getting job or going through a family crisis. Me on the other hand? I owe this week's lesson to my Barely B's.

I borrowed a dress from my older sister a few months ago and neglected to return in hopes that the weather would turn nice again someday. It did! I wore it this week to work. When I got to work I looked in the mirror and noticed my tatas were all up in my business, and at a business, this is not appropriate. What is a girl to do? Buy a new outfit? Come down with a cold? None of the aforementioned tasks. Binder clips work like a charm. I confidently walked through the halls of 101 Huntington Ave and the Prudential Center knowing my Barely B's would not have an impromptu party outside my dress.

Had I not got dressed in the dark or looked in the mirror before leaving the house the cleavage issue would not have been an issue. Nor would the flip flop issue. Two different size black/navy flip flops were present on my feet as I trekked from Wellington Station, through Downtown Crossing, to Back Bay via the Forest Hills-bound Orange Line T and then walked past Gucci and Louis Vuitton and all the other designer stores, as Gucci and Louis probably laughed hysterically. The undies are a different story. But, they were comfortable, airy, and had I worn my usual thong, the lovely dress would be wedged up in there, making for an uncomfortable day for me and anyone walking behind me.