Adjusting Your Accoutrements

I have noticed that my breasts have been in conflict with one another. I am used to seeing them always pointing in the same direction in perfect agreement, but lately the right one has been looking up at life while the left has been unusually pessimistic and looking down. The overall result sort of reminds me of the character of Mad Eye Moody from the Harry Potter series.

The world is difficult enough without one's body parts needing Jimmy Carter to broker peace. So I do the equivalent of stepping in and making the twins shake hands: When I put my bra on, I 'adjust' them so that they are both facing the same direction. It may not look pretty, but it gets the job done. I can then face the world at least looking somewhat normal. At least on the outside.