It took a little convincing but I braved the streets, half-attempting to conceal my cleavage with the black blazer until I absolutely had to reveal everything for the sake of documentation. But aside from the side boob, I felt similarly covered up and tucked in, once again. Not to mention relatively comfortable since everything I had on was sufficiently stretchy. Minus, of course, the heels, which someone else had to actually put on for me since it was physically impossible for me to reach down to lace them up myself. I'm guessing that's where Kim's full time styling staff comes into play since I couldn't even wear those out of house if I wanted to without the help of my husband — and let's be honest, he probably wouldn't be busy helping me with the heels if he saw how much cleavage I was showing.
