Halter straps misery

I bought a white and blue printed top yesterday and wore it to work today. It’s something I don’t usually wear and it’s wonderful. It could have been more wonderful had I worn the right strapless bra. Some bras just don’t deliver. It keeps sliding down, I’m not sure if I lost weight or Wacoal just failed to deliver this time.

The best strapless bra would have to be from Triumph. It has three horizontal straps that nice enough to show with a backless top. It’s never slid off, never, not even half an inch. But the off thing about it is the halter strap; sure it’s detachable but I couldn’t opt to it. Halter straps cause my blood circulation to slow down making me dizzy and nauseous the whole time.

Most girls probably share the same predicament I have with halter straps, and we all are, says Halle Berry, fashion’s slave. No matter how painful it is, as long as it looks good.

My slavery begins and ends with footwear. I can never bear migraines caused by slow circulation because it makes me look like a racoon, and that’s not beautiful.

Foot sores, I can endure, a bandage is always nearby.