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My girls seem to gain weight at the same rate as the rest of me. So, as my ribcage gets larger, so does my boobies. I've been a C-cup basically my whole life. But, my boobies are definately larger than when I was in high school. It's just weird. Bodies are weird. Boobies are weird.
Plei, they made boobies into math!
That sounds about right. I always want to get measured for a bra, but I opt for just trying and trying and trying and trying until I fond one that fits and is comfortable and sits right.
I was fitted for a bra for my wedding, and that was it. I just try 'em on now, too. Actually, I was a slave to Bali underwire for years, and never had to change bra sizes or try them on, after I found the right one. They were my favorite. Always. A year or two ago, I suddenly couldn't wear underwire, if my life depended on it, so I'm back to the try ons, unless I like a bra well enough and am able to find it again, when I need it.
I also hate seams in the cups. Why do they have to go right across the nipple? Buying a non-underwire, non-seamed bra, for 36Ds, one that actually holds them in place, is quite an adventure.
I think I might be sneaky (read: passive agressive) when I get to Michigan this week. My mom hates boobies in the wrong size bra. Maybe I'll wear a too small bra on purpose and this will make her whip out the Lane Bryant or Kohl's cards and take me bra shopping.
I think I might be sneaky (read: passive agressive) when I get to Michigan this week. My mom hates boobies in the wrong size bra. Maybe I'll wear a too small bra on purpose and this will make her whip out the Lane Bryant or Kohl's cards and take me bra shopping.That's evil. Smart. But evil.
Hey, are we gonna name this Bitch, or what? There are only 60 something posts left to go in this thread.
Was that pre-Franny?
what? the A cup? I grew out of that in my late 20s. I was a B cup up until my first pregnancy, and I have no idea what I'll be when I wean again. When I weaned the first time, I was already pregnant and already wearing a 36C or 34D (depending on the bra).
I was a slave to Bali underwire for years, and never had to change bra sizes or try them on, after I found the right one.
I am incredibly envious. I currently own bras in four different sizes -- I've worn all of them in the past two years, and two of them in the past three months. When I lose weight, I usually need to buy new bras before I need to buy new jeans.
I like the 25 to life.
You know what I want?
I want them to shelve the frelling bras by SIZE, not by COLOR.
I do not care how many adorably perky little lavender demicups you have in a 32A. I want to see the full range of bras you have in my size. The options available to the less-endowed merely taunt me.