I love this thing. I
I love this thing. I haven’t taken it off since it came in the mail. I don’t envision ever taking it off.
I love it so much, I may even tan in it all summer long and let the necklace tan line be a symbol of my love for this thing of beauty. (I’m told tan lines are hot anyway, so don’t bother with a tan-through bikini—that advice saved me like a hundred buck, you’re welcome)
If you’re wondering about how comfortable it is (or isn’t), I’ve got answers for you. The delicate baby hairs at the back of my neck have been completely unaffected by this necklace and its clasp. Usually something like this would pull on my hair and tempt me to commit murder (I have a sensitive scalp?) but not this guy. The only time I notice it (in a comfort sense) is if I’m slouching, and in that situation I welcome the prompt to fix my spine.
So all in all, this necklace is making me hotter, and fixing my posture and is so easy to shower and sleep in. What’s not to love?