A while back, one of the bloggers I follow posted something about bra sizes. Of course, it’s been more than a month now and I can’t remember who it was. If you know, tell me! I’d love to give her credit for changing my breasts’ lives!
She said she went and got measured and was totally blown away by the results. I scoffed. How can you not know your bra size? That’s ridic.
Ladies, if you haven’t been professionally measured…GO! You will not regret it, and places like Victoria’s Secret do it for freesies!
Let’s chat. Here’s a picture of me and my ladies:
Ok, I really don’t have any “cleavagey” pictures. And yes, I retouched my skin in Photoshop. So sue me. I have sporadic acne.
Here are two that I located on Facebook with a bit more action (and also a bit more cushion for the pushion, but that’s neither here nor there):
Yes I know this is an awkward photo. And yes, they really are a little bit lopsided.
If you don’t recognize me with an awful blonde dye job, that’s me in the yellow.
Point is – I’ve been parading around under false boob pretenses for most of my adult life. For whatever reason, I always bought bras that were around size 36 or 38 B and I ALWAYS hooked them on the tightest clasp, which is apparently a no-no in bra land.
So, you can imagine my surprise when Miss Priss at Victoria’s Secret measured me and pronounced that I am not a 38 B nor am I a 36 B.
I am a 34…
WAIT FOR IT…
A 34 D GUYS.
You know what I picture when I hear 34 D?
This. This is what I picture.
That is not what I have.
But, Miss Priss hooked me up with some sweet goodies to take to the dressing room, and low and behold, my ladies were all sorts of comfortable and perky. She told me to hook my bras on the loosest clasp to begin with because at a 34, that should be tight enough. And that’s where the support really should come from, NOT from the straps. And as they get broken in or stretched, that’s when I can start moving to the inner clasps.
And dare I say, I might actually be EXCITED about saddling up the goodies every morning for work!
I only bought one bra for every day use because Lord knows Vickie’s only secret is that she charges way too much for under garments.
Anyway – I feel like a whole new woman.