A few weeks ago, I sucked up my body issues and marched into Victoria’s. After my weight gain and subsequent weight loss, I have been residing in bra limbo. The fat bras are too big; the skinny bras remain a smidge tight – that’s what the final five pounds desperately clinging to my body will do.
I subjected myself to getting fitted. Yes, I let the pencil thin Vickie’s sales girl attack me with her measuring tape. I had been dreading it due the unknown of it all. Pre-weight gain, I was a 34B. I liked being a 34B – I could run around without a bra on and not look too gross. As you can tell, I am not a fan of hauling around big knockers. A padded bra is quite alright by me.
She measured everything twice, then a third time, which only added to my dread. “Well, you are between sizes.” Great! Story of my life any more… damn you, you five pounds! “I think you would do best in a 34C as opposed to a 36B.”
Did she say 34C? The heavens opened ever so slightly sending down a teensy ray of hope… 34 is part of my world again! 34C is close enough to 34B for me these days. My dread has lifted. I bought a bunch of bras with my 5 year old Vicki’s gift certificate – a remnant from my bridal shower returns.
Having bras that truly fit again is a wondrous thing. Opening my bra drawer every morning and actually having choices is sublime. Some sort of switch flipped in this experience and in a small way I am ok with that part of my body now. And depending on how things go on The Southern Gentleman’s upcoming holiday, some of those bras and panties may just see the light of day…
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- patsy
- Have passport, will travel. Am the doting mother of two hound girls. A little too independent for my own good but definitely a single gal living the dream!
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You're cracking me up! I actually saw an Oprah preview that said women around the world were wearing the wrong bra size.
I rarely ever wear one. I am, sadly, what is labeled a "nearly A" and I'm 39 years old. Nearly A is pretty much the equivalent of a training bra. Sigh.
It's true, most women DO wear the wrong size! I went for far too many years packing the ladies into a 44D (I come from a long line of large-breasted women), only to find, when I finally went to a bra-fitter (by appointment to the Queen no less) that I am actually a 40G!!!! Egads...G????? But yup, only a 40, but a G.
Thing is, in a right-size bra, they actually look smaller and that is only GOOD!!
Oh and by the way, I envy you Kim, no dents in your shoulders, no flopping around, no sweating beneath them, no squishing them during love-making ;)
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