Thursday, April 2, 2009

Dish embarrassing bra moment for Macy's gift card | The Fashion Dungjen

Sometimes there are things you wish you could forget. I know I could write a lengthy book detailing some of my most embarrassing and mortifying moments. But, fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you want to look at it, I don't have much shame. I'll spill it all, dish it out, tell you just about anything you wouldn't want to know. Why on earth would I do this? Um, because I can?

So, here's one of those moments for you:


I am a softball junkie. I played my first T-ball game when I was five years old. Not too bad, right? I played through my senior year in high school - mostly as a catcher. I couldn't ever get enough of the sport. So, when I came to college two and a half years ago, I wasn't able to play as often as I'd like so I'd jump at the opportunity to do anything softball related. What that means is I basically would play catch with anyone who seemed marginally competent and had access to a glove.

One day I was playing catch with a friend when something started to feel a little off, a little uncomfortable. I ignored the shifting sensation in my T-shirt until things started to feel ... a little out of place. I took a quick glance down to assess the issue and realized my front-hook bra had come undone, probably from the repetitive throwing and contortions I had to do in order to catch the ball.

I was mortified. (My catch partner was a boy, by the way.) I pretended to miss the next throw so I cold retreat to pick it up. Instead, on my retreat, I tossed my glove to the ground to adjust my bra while my back was turned to my partner. I ended the game of catch after that. Clearly it was due to my extreme exhaustion. In retrospect, the bra probably didn't fit right, and, with constant movement, decided it couldn't keep things in order.

Maybe that doesn't seem like much of a big deal to some people - certainly others have suffered much worse or more embarrassing bra-related mishaps. And, what's great about your "Oops!" is that I'm going to ask you to tell me about it.

But, wait, before you think I'm just a creep who wants to know, consider this: Macy's recently launched a new campaign, Fit Matters. They're all about helping women find the right fit for them. (Did you know approximately 85 percent of women aren't wearing the right bra size?) In light of the new Fit Matters campaign, they're asking you all to tell me your most embarrassing bra moment. You can do this by video, a photo montage or just simply tell me your tale of woe. The woman with the most embarrassing moment will win a $25 Macy's gift card. How's that for retail therapy?

In my column today I said the deadline was April 11, but I'm thinking that might not be enough time to get everything together. So, I'm going to extend the deadline already to 10 p.m., Saturday, April 18. Send whatever you have to thefashiondungjen@gmail.com.


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1 comment:

misschefishere said...

So retarded with Blogs and I'm just leaving my story in a comment.

When I was younger, about 11 or 12 I had boobs, and quite large for my age. Just seemed to go from normal to large over night, and not wanting to bother my mom, I never told her that the bra I had was extremely tight.

One night I was babysitting for a couple with 3 kids, their ages 8, 5, and 2. The youngest was a girl, and the two older were boys. Apparently their family talks about body parts at a very early age, because while I was playing with the girl she grabbed my chest and said, my mommy has these. Are you a mommy too? And proceeded to tug on my boob, putting just the right amount of strain on the clasp for my bra to pop off and the metal to bend. The older boys laughed at me as I tried to get the girl off my chest to try and fix my bra. I spent a ridiculous amount of time in the bathroom, until I finally gave up and just took off my bra until the parents got home. Of course, the childrens first announcement to the parents was, Danessa's chest thingy came off and she can't fix it! It's been almost 8 years, and those boys still remind me every time I see them...