(This was more exciting when it happened, but I was too busy at the time)
(Oh yeah, and it's about boobs, so may not be for everyone)
(and not in a pervy way either, perves).
I got fitted for a bra the other week - I've wanted one of those U bras (below) since I saw them on the news and figured bridesmaiding was as good an excuse as any to invest in one
"What size would you like?" asked the perky assistant.
"Well, I figured I should probably get fitted..." I replied.
Fitting has long been something I've been wary of, picturing having to flop my boobs out for a judgemental young thing, or a prissy older lady - what if it was cold in there, how would I explain that?
But luckily, to your relief I'm sure, it's all conducted over the top of the clothing.
"What size do you normally wear?" she asked.
"Um, a 14C or a 16D." I replied, again.
You see, I was a 10A for quite some time. And when my metabolism finally slowed and I got into vodka and $2 chips at the uni bar, I needed to upgrade a bit - moving through a 12B to a 14C - figuring that it was the natural progression (+1 size, +1 cup). When the 14C gave me too much double boob, I upgraded to a 16D and found myself in the sad position of wearing the same size bra as my mother (no, I didn't ask her - I saw the labels).
Post WeightWatchers, I was glad to be back in the 14C's (the upper limit of the cute bras you can get on sale at Target and Kmart) and using the 16D's for sensible under work wear.
"Hrm" mused the assistant "don't you find your bras dropping down at the back? As soon as you said 16 I figured that wasn't right - you're actually a size 12."
"Hey wow! That's great!" was my reply - such a relief to know what I may never have technically been a size 14 or 16 around the ribs - the skinniest part of my middle.
"And you're a DD to an E cup actually."
"Really?! That's fantastic!".
You see - I just have big boobs, not fat boobs! And DD to E?! Off a size 12?! Awesome!
Sure, there's a downside - I had to pay $70 just for a convertible bra and a sports bra... the convertible bra looks heavy duty... the entire sports bra range were mesh cupped (just because they're big doesn't mean they're going to sweat so profusely that they can't be covered in normal material!)... I've had to ease myself into wearing the new bra as it started to constrict my breathing... my boobs seem to be strapped to me rather than sitting proudly out front...
BUT! You would not believe how great I feel about it! I don't know what it is, but I have spent a LOT of time in the mirror with my hardcore binding on, grinning proudly at myself - a glint of "look what I did!" in my eye, like I accomplished something... bizarre or normal?