I am still in Spring Cleaning mode (trust me it will be going on well past Spring).  I decided to tackle an area of great distress…my bras.  Now I have been dealing with that area of my body as far back I remember.  I even have pictures of myself as a little girl, and I have man boobs at 5.  When puberty hit, I skipped right past training bras.  In fact, while most girls were wearing undershirts, I was in a C cup.

Ironic pic, because Punky Brewster grew up and had a breast reduction.

Over the years I have only grown bigger.  I drew the line at a DD bra.  Since that is the largest size that Victoria Secret sells, that was as big as I was willing go.

I have been hearing that most women are wearing the wrong size bra, and since my bras never really fit right, I decided to take matters into my own hands.  I followed a bra size chart, and took some measurements.  It said I was a 34G…yes G!

I ordered a bra that size fully expecting it to be too big.  When in arrived, I pulled to out of the box and it was huge.  I figured if the bra didn’t fit I could always use it as an umbrella.  I put it on and… it fit, and just barely.  Since I have never put on a bra that was too big I am starting to worry that my boobs just grow to the size of the bra a put on them.

Needless to say, I am having a very difficult time buying my new bra size.  Everything is backordered, and I’m sure it’s not because so many other women are the same size.  I have always been convinced that the bra industry is run by flat-chested women who hate us well endowed girls and make large bras as unattractive, unattainable, and expensive as possible.  I call it the Big Bra Conspiracy.

Of course, if I lost some weight I would probably move down a size or two, but I don’t see how that’s possible.  My current bra situation is making me stress eat.  Besides, don’t even get me started on sports bras.

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