While in the mall, my sister and I went to be fitted for bras by this woman in Macy’s. For the longest time, I’ve had an issue with finding a good fitting bra, new or used, and I’ve tried sizes from 46 C to 42 E and none of them did the trick. I used an online calculator with my measurements that put me at a 46 HH and since then I’ve lost weight, but even at that time I felt the cup size was way too big for my boobs.
Anyhow the woman was rushing because she was supposed to already have left, and she measured my sister and I really quickly, saying we were the same size. Knowing what my sister’s breasts look like and what my own look like, I knew that couldn’t be true at all. Even if we wear the same t shirt size, minus the breasts, her bust measurement is probably smaller than mine, but her boobs are like the size of my head. We couldn’t be the same size but this lady insisted, and they didn’t even carry the 44 G size that she said we both were.
So we left empty handed and I walked through the mall and saw Victoria’s Secret. I was positive I couldn’t fit anything there but I know they offer free measuring services so I figured I could just get measured for my size and go somewhere else. As it turns out, they only do measuring specifically for their bras because sizing varies designer to designer and design to design of course.
I got measured anyway and the lady there was really friendly and helpful and offered for me to try something on. Their largest size is 38 DDD and I was skeptical but I decided to try something on for a reference, to see how the cup size would feel even if the band was too tight because I just knew it would be.
Turns out that the two 38 DDD bras she brought me fit me better than any of the cacique and plus size bras that I have bought in the last five years. Victoria’s fucking Secret. I literally laughed out loud when I put the bra on and saw how it fit. My sister was in awe. The band wasn’t even uncomfortable even though it was snug, and with an extender it would be perfect. Wild fucking shit. My titties look like gold in the bra.
For the record, I know it doesn’t make much of a difference at other stores but knowing that there’s a popular store that has a great quality bra that fits me great makes me feel a little better. The company is still shitty in many ways and irritates me but they make a damned good bra, considering it wasn’t designed for me but it still fits me better than the bras from other joints that supposedly are made for me.
i had this thought as i was slipping away into the void last night, but i was too tired to document it. but basically i felt as if i had too much consciousness for one body. i felt as if the pressure of the idea of being only one person with one mortal vessel was overwhelming.