Your bra is showing. Ladies, ladies, ladies. God gifted us with Victoria's Secret. She then gifted us with a chesticle wrangler that can be transformed into seven, yes seven, different bras. I have graciously provided the link below.
I am not without shame. It happened. Once.
|At the ripe old age of fourteen...when I didn't even need a damn bra.|
There should be no reason why you have to have your bra protruding from your shirt. It's just sloppy. Bottom line, keep the skivvies hidden.
Now I have to get back to pretending to work. Which in my case involves nothing more than typing really, really fast.
Till next time,
Katie E. Eshelman