Breast adhesive choices range from double sided tape to keep a dress in place to a breast form adhesive for breast cups and forms. Women commonly need a breast form adhesive to help keep clothing from slipping when going braless or using an adhesive lift to avoid having to wear a bra. Mastectomy patients who utilize breast forms after surgery also need reliable glue or tape to help the form stay situated underneath a shirt or within a breast form bra.

Breast Form Adhesives have their pros and cons, with the most noted negative being the discomfort caused by glues and tape that pull and pinch the skin. Newer formulas boast painless application and removal, with some adhesives even being able to resist water and be used under bathing suits. However, there are still some products available that can cause redness and soreness after application and be painful to remove.

Breast Glue

Breast glue works best as a breast form adhesive to keep the forms from shifting inside a bra. Double mastectomy patients who want to forego reconstructive surgery and utilize breast forms instead will find that a roll on breast glue reduces movement and shifting of the form. The glue applies directly to the body and adheres the form to the chest. However, the glues are not generally strong enough to allow you to go braless.

If you worry that a flowing blouse will expose too much when you bend over, breast glue can also work to alleviate that problem. By applying a small amount of the glue to the bra, you can adhere your shirt to the bra so that it doesn’t fall forward when you bend over. Most breast glues wash off with warm water and provide little irritation to the skin. If using silicone breast forms, make sure your glue product is formulated to work with silicone to avoid damage to the form.

Double Sided Sticky Tape

This is a commonly known breast form adhesive as everyone from celebrities to working professionals use this to keep dresses snug or bras from protruding. The tape can be a traditional roll tape or be shaped like a “V” and come with each piece packaged separately. The tape is simple to use on breast forms. By applying the tape to the inside of the breast form and applying the form to the chest, you can wear the form with a bra for hours without worrying about slippage.

Some brands of sticky tape are heat sensitive, meaning the more your body heat rises the better the tape adheres. To make this breast form adhesive a wise investment, some brands offer a sticky tape cleaner that allows you to get more than one or two uses out of the tape. As you wear your breast forms, the sticky part becomes less tacky over time. With the tape cleaner, the sticky will regenerate so you can reuse it multiple times. With the options available for breast adhesives, mastectomy patients and others needing breast forms can find the optimal adhesive for their breast form adhesive needs.

How to make my boobs look lifted?
I am wearing a strapless and backless dress to homecoming. I am a 32 B/C, my breast starts low which makes them look sagged. Is there any tape or tricks I can do to make them look lifted, keep in mind i dont need padding only lift.

Check Victorias Secret. Are you planning to wear a bra with your dress? You can get stick on cups and all sorts of weird different things.

http://www.victoriassecret.com/ss/Satellite?ProductID=1265603364947&c=Page&cid=1314948166284&pagename=vsdWrapper

http://www.victoriassecret.com/ss/Satellite?ProductID=1265602667701&c=Page&cid=1314948166284&pagename=vsdWrapper

Those may work for your dress. They are push up just low back. Go to Victorias Secret. Click on Bras at the top. On the left side find Shop By Style and click multi way, thats where i found those and there is probably more like them.

Sorry for any inconvenience, but because chapter 3 is quite a bit longer than the first 2, i have had to put it in 2 parts, one in each question. If you could give me an answer about both parts, that would be great! Please can you tell me: my mistakes, any improvements, something i did well (if there is anything) and the age of a person who would write this sort of thing. Thanks :)

I open my eyes slowly so they can adjust to the light. All I see is a clinical white ceiling with a dim strip- light, like the kind they have in hospitals, except hospital ones don’t flicker. I lay there on the mattress, turning my head with difficulty due to the throbbing pain present in the base of my skull. My left forearm and most of my torso are feeling tender too. Then I hear those familiar foot steps again, each one worsening my pain, when a strange man looks over me. The one who abducted me. Although my memory is fuzzy, I recognise his silhouette. He has dark, weary eyes and short greying hair. We both gaze into each others eyes for a few seconds, then I look at my body and stare in shock at what I see…
My naked torso is partially covered in some kind of metal plating, littered with thin wires, no some no thicker than a human hair, and a tiny red light bulb flashes, possibly in time with my heartbeat, as both the flashes, and my heart. are speeding up rapidly. My right breast is hidden underneath a silver coloured metal disk, perfectly moulded to cup my nipple. I lift my left hand to touch it, only to find a horrible, blood encrusted deep gash, and inside is a circuit board and yet more wires. No wonder it’s painful. I put my hand to my face, hoping that it is untouched by that monster of a man. Unfortunately, it has been. I can see perfectly, yet I am not wearing my glasses, and the right side of my face from the jaw up is covered in another metal sheet, perfectly moulded to fit the contours of my face. My head is shaved, the left side shielded with another silver plate and more wires, each going under my scalp and reappearing at the nape of my neck.
I still have my breasts and feminine curves, yet I no longer feel like a woman, but a worthless machine.
I look back at the man as his face contorts into a devious grin, as he appears to get some kind of wicked pleasure from my nude body and his horrific creation. I am a puppet to this evil man, and I am tempted to strike that twisted smile from his stubbly chin, but I am afraid of what else he may do to me.
I turn away and slowly slide from the mattress, all my joints aching as I back away until I find myself against the cold wall of the room. Goosebumps cover my limbs as I notice the small pink centre of my remaining breast hardening. I slide down the wall until I am kneeling on the bare floor and staring up at him. My bottle green eyes burn with hatred as he calmly paces around the various trolleys of scalpels, needles and other surgical equipment. My stomach churns at the thought of those instruments of torture being used on my body. That is, if I even still have a stomach.
The man stands in front of me, then kneeling as his blood splattered lab coat and baggy khaki trousers fold around his joints.
He quickly glances at my erect nipple, and then stares into my eyes, that horrific smile spreading across his face again as he begins to speak.
“Hello, my sleeping beauty” His voice is deep and brooding, like a backdrop for a funeral.
I am so nervous it takes me a moment to regain my composure and speak.
“What did you do to me and who the hell are you?” I ask, staring blankly at the floor to avoid eye contact.
“My name” he says, before taking a long pause. “Is Doctor Montgomery Miller” he says, pushing my chin up so I would look at him, with a slender finger.

Hey this is really, really good! If you get your book published I’m definitely getting it!!

Sorry for any inconvenience, but because chapter 3 is quite a bit longer than the first 2, i have had to put it in 2 parts, one in each question. If you could give me an answer about both parts, that would be great! Please can you tell me: my mistakes, any improvements, something i did well (if there is anything) and the age of a person who would write this sort of thing. Thanks :)

I open my eyes slowly so they can adjust to the light. All I see is a clinical white ceiling with a dim strip- light, like the kind they have in hospitals, except hospital ones don’t flicker. I lay there on the mattress, turning my head with difficulty due to the throbbing pain present in the base of my skull. My left forearm and most of my torso are feeling tender too. Then I hear those familiar foot steps again, each one worsening my pain, when a strange man looks over me. The one who abducted me. Although my memory is fuzzy, I recognise his silhouette. He has dark, weary eyes and short greying hair. We both gaze into each others eyes for a few seconds, then I look at my body and stare in shock at what I see…
My naked torso is partially covered in some kind of metal plating, littered with thin wires, no some no thicker than a human hair, and a tiny red light bulb flashes, possibly in time with my heartbeat, as both the flashes, and my heart. are speeding up rapidly. My right breast is hidden underneath a silver coloured metal disk, perfectly moulded to cup my nipple. I lift my left hand to touch it, only to find a horrible, blood encrusted deep gash, and inside is a circuit board and yet more wires. No wonder it’s painful. I put my hand to my face, hoping that it is untouched by that monster of a man. Unfortunately, it has been. I can see perfectly, yet I am not wearing my glasses, and the right side of my face from the jaw up is covered in another metal sheet, perfectly moulded to fit the contours of my face. My head is shaved, the left side shielded with another silver plate and more wires, each going under my scalp and reappearing at the nape of my neck.
I still have my breasts and feminine curves, yet I no longer feel like a woman, but a worthless machine.
I look back at the man as his face contorts into a devious grin, as he appears to get some kind of wicked pleasure from my nude body and his horrific creation. I am a puppet to this evil man, and I am tempted to strike that twisted smile from his stubbly chin, but I am afraid of what else he may do to me.
I turn away and slowly slide from the mattress, all my joints aching as I back away until I find myself against the cold wall of the room. Goosebumps cover my limbs as I notice the small pink centre of my remaining breast hardening. I slide down the wall until I am kneeling on the bare floor and staring up at him. My bottle green eyes burn with hatred as he calmly paces around the various trolleys of scalpels, needles and other surgical equipment. My stomach churns at the thought of those instruments of torture being used on my body. That is, if I even still have a stomach.
The man stands in front of me, then kneeling as his blood splattered lab coat and baggy khaki trousers fold around his joints.
He quickly glances at my erect nipple, and then stares into my eyes, that horrific smile spreading across his face again as he begins to speak.
“Hello, my sleeping beauty” His voice is deep and brooding, like a backdrop for a funeral.
I am so nervous it takes me a moment to regain my composure and speak.
“What did you do to me and who the hell are you?” I ask, staring blankly at the floor to avoid eye contact.
“My name” he says, before taking a long pause. “Is Doctor Montgomery Miller” he says, pushing my chin up so I would look at him, with a slender finger.

This is better. In fact if I were you I’d ditch the last two sections and start your story here.

It’s still in desperate need of some show-not-tell, though. Get in her head. She’s running her hand across her face and there’s no skin there, only metal. What’s she going to be thinking and feeling? I promise you it isn’t "oh look, a metal plate perfectly moulded to the contours of my face." Nor is it going to be what colour her eyes are – or were – how does she even know she still has them? He’s certainly done something to her vision.

You still come over as preteen or possibly very young teen. There are all these "look I’m so mature" carefully dropped comments about things like erect nipples, but your character doesn’t act or feel adult – she never appears to have any sense of being responsible for her own life. She doesn’t appear to feel at all. She’s in an utterly terrifying situation. Why isn’t she terrified? Why isn’t she wondering what to do? Why isn’t she panicking, or begging for help, or wondering how she can get away, or doing _something_ other than calmly mentally describing her situation?

I advise you to go join a writing site. If you’re 13 then you’re old enough for an adult one like www.absolutewrite.com, but bear in mind that the critique given there will be aimed at adults who are looking at commercial publication. You may want to spend a while lurking and reading the advice which has been given to other writers.

I’ve ordered bare lifts online so I can go braless in a halter top I’m wearing to a wedding…but I would like to wear that top tomorrow and the barelifts haven’t arrived. I’m large breasted (DDD) so the adhesive bras won’t work for me.

Yes!
Its works for me!(:

I’m a 25 y/o male, approx 5′6" and 170lbs trying to lose weight and get some muscle tone back.

I bike 3-4 times a week (40 to 50 miles a week) and lift dumbbells about 2-3 times a week (arms, shoulders, core).

Here’s what I ate today, and my exercise routine. I ate about 118 grams of protein today (the numbers in parentheses). Am I eating the proper amount of food and protein in order to drop about 15 pounds in 8-9 weeks?

Breakfast
-2 pc whole grain Toast (8g)
-1 tblspn natural Peanut Butter (7g)
-1 glass Almond Milk (7g)

Lunch
-1 cup Grilled Chicken Breast Strips (40g)
-1/4 cup shredded cheese (6g)
-1/4 cup Green Pepper (n/a)
-2 Whole Grain Tortillas (10g)

Dinner / Smoothie
-Whey Protein Powder (24g)
-4 tbls low-fat strawberry yogurt (2g)
-1 cup almond milk, unsweetened (2g)
-1 banana (1g)
-6 strawberries (1g)

***Cardio =14 miles on road bike; 1.25 hours (approx 850 cals burned)

Snack
-1/2 Protein Bar (10g)

Not enough natural fats (including saturated) in your diet, is the most glaring problem. They should comprise the bulk of your daily calories and be the main energy source for your body, NOT sugar/net-carbs (which is the true culprit behind most diet-related chronic health conditions, including body fat gain/retention, heart disease, etc.).

Consume more no-oil-added nuts/seeds of all types, quality coconut/olive fats, organic eggs, etc. Eat more veggies (preferably raw) and less fruit and net-carbs in general.

Avoid ALL un-natural/mutated fats, such as homogenized animal milk fats, hydrogenated fats, partially-hydrogenated fats and the heavily refined and rancid oils/lards used in most processed foods.

Educate yourself on proper nutrition, and divorce yourself from mainstream-pushed dietary myths, particularly the myth of the healthy low-fat diet. Understand what causes body fat weight gain/retention to occur (hint: it is not dietary fat intake). Once you understand how things really work, as opposed to what many so-called experts tell you (look up the cholesterol and saturated fat myths for example), then you can adopt a healthy, plentiful eating lifestyle which promotes a lean, youthful body.

I am nearly 47 years old and for the last 25+ years have marched to my own dietary common-sense conclusions, mostly in direct opposition to what my doctors told me I should be eating. Yet here I am, still in the 180-185 pound range at 6ft2in (male), still in the lean 8-10% body fat ratio range, still scoring stellar results on all blood-work and doctor’s exams, and still looking like I am in my mid-late 20’s.

I eat a higher natural fat diet (including some saturated), *very low in sugar* and non-veggie carbs, full of many many many different veggies (mostly raw) and quality proteins (including 2-3 hard boiled organic eggs per day, yolk and all). Also, over 25% of my daily 2500-3000 calories comes from a large variety of healthy no-added-oil nuts such as almonds, cashews, pistachios, walnuts, etc.

It is also important that you exercise properly your entire lifetime, if you want to stay young looking and healthy. I exercise each muscle group 2-3x per week with light/moderate weight free weight resistance exercises and higher reps (I prefer lean/toned muscles to bulky, ape-like ones). This keeps my metabolism high and my muscles sculpted, lean and healthy.

over the weekend, i was falsely accused of shop lifting by the owner of a local clothing store. i picked out three sirts and a bra, i didnt know i could try on a bra, and when ii went to the counter to ask for a dressing room, i gave him the bra to hold on to and he asked me if i wanted to try it on, i said yes, i want to try it on if it was ok and he said it was fine for me to take it in. then he asked how many things i had and i said four but that i couldnt the hanger to o ne of the shirts. i finally realized the hanger had actually gone inside the shirt and when i found it i told him that i had the hanger i was missing. he confirmed with me by repeating the number and i repeated it again. i went ahead to go in the dressing room, hung my purse in from of the mirror in the dressing room and followed by the bra and the the three shirts. my purse has another bag in the front of it, nd that was the part of my ourse facing the mirror.i went on to try the bra on first. i didnt have anywhere to put the bra that i was wearing so i went on to put in my purse and tried on the other one.
during this time there were no customers with him in the register, but as i was ready to put my other bra on, a customer approached him and he started to attend her. while he was attending her i took my bra out of my purse put it on, tried on the shirts, and got dressed and went to return the items. i didnt take any of the items.
before i got to the register to give him the clothes back, he didnt even have the clothes in his hands when he was already accusing me of shop lifting. he said that i had taken 5 items, and i argued back that we had said it was 4. he then asked to see my purse and he specificly pointed to the front portion of my purse, i refused to let him see in there, he called one of his employees and demanded that she looked in. i fanally gave in and let her see inside, when she confirmed that i had nothing, he then said that he should look in my shirt to make sure that i wasnt wearing it, i completely refused that anyone would make me take my clothes off especially him. then i asked him which other bra he had seen, and he said it was black, i told him that i never showed him a black bra. he kept arguing that i had stolen a black bra. i asked him to find one on his rack and show me that exact one i suppposedly had, he went over and didnt find another on his rack, then he said he didnt have anothe one like it because i had the last one.
the threatened to call the cops and i encouraged he did. then he refused to call the cops. as he kept trying to argue with me, i went on telling him that i refused to talk to him until the cops showed. he kept rambling and ordering his employee to touch my breast. i told him that if she dared to touch me with out my consent or the cops present that he would really regret it. i told him that if he didnt call the cops that i would, as i was reaching in my purse to find my phone, he started to walk violently towards me and yelling at me to get out. i decided to just walk out and leave and just never come back to the store.
when i got home, and thought about all that had happned and why he would accuse me, it dawned on me that the only way he would know that there was a black bra in my purse is if he was looking in my dressing room. nevertheless, he didnt even count my items before acusing me of shop lifting, and he threw me out when i told him i was going to call the cops so we could go over survelance tape.

is there anything i could do against this man or his store legally?

Tell the authorities exactly what you said up there. Get them to check to surveillance. Get a lawyer and sue

can someone please help me out and analyze this poem. it is by romain rolland.

THE FORERUNNERS
I
ARA PACIS
DE profundis clamans, out of the abyss of all the hates,
To thee, Divine Peace, will I lift up my song.

The din of the armies shall not drown it.
Imperturbable, I behold the rising flood incarnadine,
Which bears the beauteous body of mutilated Europe,
And I hear the raging wind which stirs the souls of men.

Though I stand alone, I shall be faithful to thee.
I shall not take my place at the sacrilegious communion of blood.
I shall not eat my share of the Son of Man.

I am brother to all, and I love you all,
Men, ephemerals who rob yourselves of your one brief day.

Above the laurels of glory and above the oaks,
May there spring from my heart upon the Holy Mount,
The olive tree, with the sunlight in its boughs, where the cicadas sing.
*
* *
Sublime Peace who holdest,
Beneath thy sovran sway,
The turmoil of the world,
And who, from out the hurtling of the waves,
Makest the rhythm of the seas;

Cathedral established
Upon the perfect balance of opposing forces;
Dazzling rose-window,
Where the blood of the sun
Gushes forth in diapered sheaves of flame
Which the harmonising eye of the artist has bound together;

Like to a huge bird
Which soars in the zenith,
Sheltering the plain beneath its wings,
Thy flight embraces,
Beyond what is, that which has been and will be.

Thou art sister to joy and sister to sorrow,
Youngest and wisest of sisters;
Thou holdest them both by the hand.
Thus art thou like a limpid channel linking two rivers,
A channel wherein the skies are mirrored betwixt two rows of pale poplars.

Thou art the divine messenger,
Passing to and fro like the swallow
From bank to bank,
Uniting them.
To some saying,
"Weep not, joy will come again";
To others,
"Be not over-confident, happiness is fleeting."

Thy shapely arms tenderly enfold
Thy froward children,
And thou smilest, gazing on them
As they bite thy swelling breast.

Thou joinest the hands and the hearts
Of those who, while seeking one another, flee one another;
And thou subjectest to the yoke the unruly bulls,
So that instead of wasting
In fights the passion which makes their flanks to smoke,
Thou turnest this passion to account for ploughing in the womb of the land
The furrow long and deep where the seed will germinate.

Thou art the faithful helpmate
Who welcomest the weary wrestlers on their return.
Victors or vanquished, they have an equal share of thy love.
For the prize of battle
Is not a strip of land
Which one day the fat of the victor
Will nourish, mingled with that of his foe.
The prize is, to have been the tool of Destiny,
And not to have bent in her hand.

O my Peace who smilest, thy soft eyes filled with tears,
Summer rainbow, sunny evening,
Who, with thy golden fingers,
Fondlest the besprinkled fields,
Carest for the fallen fruits,
And healest the wounds
Of the trees which the wind and the hail have bruised;

Shed on us thy healing balm, and lull our sorrows to sleep!
They will pass, and we also.
Thou alone endurest for ever.

Brothers, let us unite; and you, too, forces within me,
Which clash one upon another in my riven heart!
Join hands and dance along!

We move forward calmly and without haste,
For Time is not our quarry.
Time is on our side.
With the osiers of the ages my Peace weaves her nest.
*
* *
I am like the cricket who chirps in the fields.
A storm bursts, rain falls in torrents, drowning
The furrows and the chirping.
But as soon as the flurry is over,
The little musician, undaunted, resumes his song.

In like manner, having heard, in the smoking east, on the devastated earth,
The thunderous charge of the Four Horsemen,
Whose gallop rings still from the distance,
I uplift my head and resume my song,
Puny, but obstinate.

I believe the statues and figures were representatives of those who protected Rome, and a place where there would be time to continue services for the masses. This was a temple The long friezes of the Ara Pacis (the North and South Walls, so called today because of the modern layout) contain figures advancing towards the West who participate in a state of thanksgiving to celebrate the Peace created by Augustus. These figures fall into four categories: lictors (men carrying fasces, bodyguards of magistrates); priests (three of the four major collegia — Pontifices, Septemviri, and Quindecemviri): women and children (generally from the imperial family, represented in portraiture); and attendants (a few anonymous figures necessary for religious purposes).

After Jesus Christ was born and the King of the Jews completed his mission, and Christianity had spread throughout the known world, it became a place where justice would be fulfilled. The long friezes of the Ara Pacis (the North and South Walls, so called today because of the modern layout) contain figures advancing towards the West who participate in a state of thanksgiving to celebrate the Peace created by Augustus. These figures fall into four categories: lictors (men carrying fasces, bodyguards of magistrates); priests (three of the four major collegia — Pontifices, Septemviri, and Quindecemviri): women and children (generally from the imperial family, represented in portraiture); and attendants (a few anonymous figures necessary for religious purposes).

The South Wall has seen a great deal of scholarship and the greatest number of academic debates. Unlike the North Wall, where most of the heads are new (not authentic ancient heads, but modern creations), the heads of the figures on the South Wall are mostly original. Some half dozen figures are recognizable from looking at other surviving statues of members of the imperial family. Nevertheless, much debate has taken place over many of these figures, including Augustus, Agrippa, Tiberius, Julia, and Antonia.

The figure of Augustus was not discovered until the 1903 excavation, and his head was damaged by the cornerstone of the Renaissance palazzo built on top of the original Ara Pacis site. Today Augustus is better recognized by his hair style than his face. He was identified in 1903 immediately.

Agrippa – In the absence of the panel including Augustus, early scholars debated whether this figure was Augustus or Agrippa or Lepidus. In the same 1907 article mentioned above, Sieveking proposed that this figure was Lepidus, the Pontifex Maximus. Sieveking later reversed himself with a series of peculiar suggestions. In 1926 Loewy compared the Louvre Agrippa and that in Copenhagen (and others) to the Ara Pacis to show icongographic similarity. Aside from a very small minority of scholars (most vehemently defending Lepidus in Rom. Mitt in the 1930s was Ludwig Curtius), the rest of the academy agreed this figure is Agrippa.

Julia (Livia) – many scholars continue to see the Julia figure as Livia under the reasoning that Livia has to be on the Ara Pacis. Indeed Livia does appear somewhere (she could hardly be excluded), but by 13 BC Julia had politically eclipsed Livia, as has been understood and explained by many scholars. Furthermore, Livia has no bond to Agrippa, whereas Julia was his wife and expected to be the unofficial empress of Rome for decades, during and beyond Augustus’ lifetime. Julia also better personified Augustus’ new pro-natalism program, having already given birth to four surviving children. Nevertheless, a majority of scholars in 2000 preferred to see this figure as Livia.

Tiberius – This figure was Tiberius as early as 1891 by Milani, an identification that was rarely questioned until the 1940s. Moretti, in making the glass museum for the Ara Pacis at Mussolini’s command, guessed that the two consuls (Tiberius and Varus) of 13 flank Augustus, so he saw this figure as M. Valerius Messalla. V.H. von Poulsen proposed Iullus Antonius. But as has been well established, Augustus is flanked by priests, and this figure is Tiberius. Boschung and Bonanno have both matched the face to early period Tiberius statuary.

In the last stanza, the poem comes to the Book of Revelations, the four horsemen of the apoclypse ride out; they are commonly seen as symbolizing Conquest, War, Famine and Death. So the building was conceived before the birth of the King of the Jews, and the poem finalized long before his birth and death and reserection.

How can I wear one theses prom dresses with a 34D bra size:
(and which would you prefer or think is best for me)

http://www.newyorkdress.com/Jovani/17438.html

or

http://www.newyorkdress.com/Mac_Duggal/42460D.html

Clearly the back of the first one low so I cant wear a strapless bra. I also cant wear a bra with the second one because of the opening in the back. But I was thinking about like having 2 or 3 silver studded small straps put across the back of the first dress to like make it tighter in the front…good idea.? idk, I just really want to wear one of these dresses.

If I don’t wear a bra, here are some adhesive bras and tapes I was thinking about:

http://senselingerie.com/Magic-Cups-P75C23.aspx

http://senselingerie.com/Extreme-Silicone-Cleavage-Clasp-Bra-P150C23.aspx

http://senselingerie.com/Invisible-Reusable-Breast-Lifts-P241C23.aspx

http://senselingerie.com/D-Up-Cups-Freedom-Bra-P652C23.aspx

http://senselingerie.com/Bare-Bra-Reusable-Adhesive-Bra-P805C23.aspx

Any other advice would be greatly appreciated :-) Thanks.!

I like the first dress i think you will be okay but if you are really worried then have someone put straps on it

How can I wear this prom dress with a 34D bra size:

http://www.newyorkdress.com/Jovani/17438.html

Clearly the back of it is low so I cant wear a strapless bra. But I was thinking about like having 2 or 3 silver studded small straps put across the back of the dress to like make it tighter in the front…good idea.? idk, I just really want to wear this dress.

If I don’t wear a bra, here are some adhesive bras and tapes I was thinking about:

http://senselingerie.com/Magic-Cups-P75C23.aspx

http://senselingerie.com/Extreme-Silicone-Cleavage-Clasp-Bra-P150C23.aspx

http://senselingerie.com/Invisible-Reusable-Breast-Lifts-P241C23.aspx

http://senselingerie.com/D-Up-Cups-Freedom-Bra-P652C23.aspx

http://senselingerie.com/Bare-Bra-Reusable-Adhesive-Bra-P805C23.aspx

Any other advice would be greatly appreciated :-) Thanks.!

Go and buy a strapless bra that fits you. Then take it to a seamstress and have them sew it in to your dress.

i had to do that for a wedding.