This is dedicated to my girls, Big and Bigger.
I have put off bra shopping for quite awhile, too long to be honest. My girls have been woefully uncomfortable for too long. Off to Dillard's (best we can do in Knoxville) for a fitting with Marge.
Now Oprah is always in my head... 90% (or something like that) of women wear the wrong size bra...could be me. Let's start with a measurement and a trial bra. Presently I wear a 36D. A bit surprised when she brought me a 36C. Now we had Emily sized at Christmas...32D. No way in hell am I a 36C. Nope I'm not. Marge wants to put me in a 34DD. I suddenly have boobs on my back. Back fat has found a home. We try on a few more and voila I have found the perfect size and perfect bra.
New bra on left, old pathetic one on right. They are both Wacoal
With new bra
Old worn out bra
***Please tell me you can tell a difference...I plucked down $180 for three new bras***
New bra - I forgot to suck in the gut. Sigh.
Remembered! Old bra on, new bra watching.
Look at those globes. New bra. even my skin likes the new bra better.
Hanging low. Old bra.
Now when Marge told me I was a ...
I said, "Excuse me?" I thought, "No fucking way! Has gravity really stretched them out that much?" I'll admit, my bras were so uncomfortable that if I was home, they were off. Damn it.
So there you have it. I am great, gorgeous, and gigantic. Pamela Anderson eat your heart out.