I was a C cup in the 7th grade. Unfortunately for me, my mother was in denial. "That can’t be", she said. Although I hadn’t noticed, the prepubescent boys in my classes were quick to point out my sudden growth spurt. I’ve never understood why men love large breast. Mommy issues I guess (just kidding). By the time was in the 9th grade, I was probably a full D cup wearing a C, and this trend of wearing the wrong bra continued until about 6 years ago.
My weight has fluctuated between 180 to 147lbs during the last 10 years. Hey, grad school was really stressful. During that time, I continued to wear the same size bra. Always pulling, tugging and adjusting my bra, I had bad posture and bulging four-quadrant breasts. There were times when I’ve bent over in a brand new bra and both breasts fell out (sigh). It seemed to fit in the dressing room. It never donned on me to get a proper bra fitting.
Six years ago, while on vacation with one of my best friends, I reluctantly stepped into a lingerie shop in New Orleans. Knowing that my breasts were continuing to grow well into my 30’s I was still in denial about size of my ample bussom. It was like the elephant in my shirt. Although I was near the lighter end of my weight spectrum, my breasts were still getting bigger. Once in the store, I thought I would be judged for my ill-fitting undergarments. It was intimidating going to the dressing room and removing my shirt. Since we were in New Orleans and it was early afternoon, I'm sure my anxiety was placated by several mimosas or Bloody Mary’s. I was measured and told that my true size was 34 FF or G. What is that? Insert audible gasp. I had no clue what that meant. Mind you, I had just been measured at a well-known retailer over my clothing as a 36 DD. A proper bra fitting requires one to remove her shirt. Who knew? The sales associate brought out several bras. They were huge, but they FIT. They were pretty, they were not black, white, or nude, and they were bold colors, fancy patterns, and bold cuts. The styles of the bras had names. No longer was I in full figured land. It was the land of the free. I was in demi, plunge, and molded balcony land. Lace and floral were options. I was in heaven.
This was a life-changing event. There is a level of confidence one acquires as soon as she puts on the right foundation pieces. I looked better in my clothing and I felt better about myself. After spending a large portion of my drink money in that store that day, I left New Orleans feeling sassy. Really, for the first time in my life I did not view large breast as being a nuisance. I learned that day I have options when it comes to undergarments. I can be sexy and I don’t have to comprise function. I could never wear button down shirts without them bulging open at that button that always falls directly under your boobs. That all changed with the right bra. I’ve been in several weddings and as I look back at the photos I realize that I’m the one with the ill-fitting undergarments. There is usually at least one. I’m not ashamed to say that my bras cost more than my shirts most of the time. Just yesterday I was wearing a $30 dress and $150 in undergarments. That dress looked like a million bucks though. Since that day, I’ve learned to invest in good foundation garments. I wish I knew what I know now in 7th grade.