Let me start off by saying that I do not have big boobs, at all. In fact, I have always considered my boobs to be too small. I started to develop at the age of 9 and quickly filled an A cup. By grade 7, I fit a 34B and that’s where I stopped. Or so I thought.
My bra intervention all started with a trip to La Senza (the Victoria’s Secret of Canada, although we have VS now too and VS now owns La Senza). I decided to try on some lingerie and new bras because my go to bras are boring, plain beige and black t-shirt bras (i.e., super smooth). However, I left feeling fat and gross as I saw fat spilling over the band of the bras I tried on. Instead of thinking I needed a bigger size, I just thought I was doomed to spilling over the sides. I figured I was better off sticking with my “well-loved” (i.e., old!) bras since “they fit properly”. During this trip to La Senza, I got measured by a sales associate. I warned her that my bra had some padding, but she said she took that into consideration when measuring. She told me that I measured at 32D. I have been told several times that I am 32″ around, but all the 32 bras I have tried on gave me that “muffin top” effect. I looked at her like she was crazy and said that I have always been a 34B with room to spare. In fact the bra I wore into the store had “gappage”. She said I was definitely measuring at 32″ around and that maybe there was more padding in my bra than she had estimated. She said I must be a 32C which is the equivalent of a 34B, so I left happily secure in my belief that I was indeed a 34B.
Then I visited a friend and she opened my eyes! She told me that she was now wearing a 32D, believe it or not. She had always been a bit chestier than me, but I was still shocked to hear her say “D”. I told her about my measurement experience and she said she bet I really was a 32D. I insisted that I was too small-breasted to be a 32D and she said a D isn’t really all it’s cracked up to be, especially when you’re only 32″ around. I told her about my comfy bras with room to spare and she asked how long I had them. They are several years old and she said that you’re only supposed to wear a bra for about a year. She also tugged on the strap and said that the bra was providing NO support. As someone who considered myself to be too small-chested, I didn’t really think about bras as providing support so much as extra bulk (I wouldn’t think of wearing a bra that doesn’t at least have a bit of thicker cotton to it, and I prefer a bit of padding). She then said that I must try one of her 32D bras on. Low and behold it fit! No gaps or anything. It even provided good lift and cleavage. I was still in disbelief though and figured it must be some fluke bra of hers. She insisted that I was a 32D and that most women are wearing the wrong size and/or out of shape bras.
The other week, I decided to go bra shopping. I ended up trying a bunch on at Victoria’s Secret. I tried some 32Ds and the sister size, 34C. I thought that even though I measure at 32″ maybe it is too tight for my flab and I’d continue to spill over. It turns out that I was spilling over because of the wrong cup size, not because of the band width or just because I’ve gotten flabbier. I even preferred the 32D to the 34C and I purchased the prettiest bra (by far) that I have ever owned. It is a bandeau style with padded cups and removable/multi-way straps. It is white lace with black stitching and it has little crystals on it. It is so pretty that I want to walk around with no shirt on!
I still don’t completely believe that I can be a 32D. I wonder if bras have gone the way of vanity sizing in reverse (i.e., a lot of women wish they had larger boobs so let’s make bras smaller so that they have to go up a size and then they’ll think their boobs are bigger). J just laughed when I told him my bra was a 32D and anytime it gets brought up he replies sarcastically (Oh yeah, my wife is a “D” now). As unrealistic as it may seem, I can’t deny that my new bra fits, but I doubt anyone would believe me if they saw me naked!