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.
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.