POP (Power Of Push-up)

What started out as an accidental experiment of sort a fortnight ago has led on to become my funniest and grandest rediscovery for 2010 by far.  Life became so much better the day I re-acquainted myself with the gravity-defying... push-up bra!!! 

I daresay 2010 is THE Year...
OF the Push-up. 
FOR the Push-up.  
BY the Push-up. 


Giddy Up a Ding~Dong :)

Anyone who knows me and knows me well knows I have run-ins with traffic enforcers with deranged regularity because I can't seem to let go of the peeving habit of beating a red light.  The bloody habit has lessened since I scour the metropolis in cabs but I swear- unstoppable!!! One random night I discovered the Power of the Push Up because I had finished my gym time and decided to go for a quick McFlurry (takaw kasi)  and...long story short, I did the beating.  Mr. Traffic Dude and I had a quick chat and this kind sir in particular enforcer was clearly trying to look away until I asked him if it was ok to go.  He gave me a dismissive wave and as a form of chastisement said he would remember me for sure if he saw me again.  I gave him my best smile and sauntered off.  My violations since the POP was discovered have gone down to zilch as I have as already walked away with my share of cheery MMDA smiles and nada a ticket.  (There, there.)  One of my resolutions for the new year is to lower my red light fixation.

It was actually my friend Cats who told me to stop hiding my golden globes from the world.  And I would always be shy about it.  But now that I think about it.  Acceptance comes with the territory.  To love and accept yourself, you must also love the bits and bobs that work against your favour.  In my case, it was my ever-broad shoulders, my height and my chest.  I used to be chest IN all the time.  And when I ran it would be a very awkward movement there sometimes.  Now I realise-- some people are born with it.  That's the way it is.

The push-up bra.
One of womanhood's flailing weapons.

Rediscover yours today.