Why the urge to explode on the scene with exaggerated femininity?
I was in the supermarket today, wearing a bra with a soft & modest bust, plus leggings & trainers, which is what most women seem to wear.
At the counter was an apparition of sheer beauty, over 6 feet tall, with sheer black tights and tight mini-skirt parallel with my shoulders, thanks to her gorgeous 4" heels. She had long blond hair, and a tight top carrying a massive bust.
Our paths crossed and I did my best to expose my boobs & straps. I'm sure she recognised that I was wearing a bra, and gave me a wry smile.
She was so out of place, belonging on the catwalk rather than the supermarket isle, but I would live to have the confidence to wear such clicky heels!
