The
mental state at which one arrives when she refuses to acknowledge that she is no longer a
C cup, but rather a D cup. This involves continuing to wear
medium or
small size shirts, continuing to buy and wear C cup
bras, thinking
how funny it is that, as a C cup,
you can't see your feet in a
push-up bra, but still ignoring the obvious, etc.
The solution?
'Fess up to yourself and go on a bra-buying spree (with the significant other, if indeed one exists) at your favorite places, even that funny pink shop. D is Delicious!