Normally my posts on this portion of Life Fur and Adventure are more inspirational and encouraging, today I bring you the dilemmas of a full figured gal and all the torture that comes along with being big busted.
My husband often makes fun of me for my sheer will power to find ways to mend or otherwise manipulate a bra to make it suitable support for the girls. Shopping for a supportive, pretty and functional bra is a lot like looking for the perfect man; it's nearly impossible to find *the one*. Bras are also like jeans, they are not made equally and sizes are NEVER universal between brands. When a girl finds *the bra* they will go to almost any length to find ways to make it last FOREVER. Until, the wooden roller coaster at your local theme park murders it.
So, yesterday I discovered a dime sized hole in the skeleton of my bra. It was beyond the repair of safety pins or double sided fabric tape. Not having a lot of time, I was forced to take the plunge and head to the local department store in hopes of finding a decent bra to hold me over until I could make it to Victoria Secrets.
I’m walking through a jungle of pretty lace and floral patterned bras but have yet to encounter a single beastly boulder holder. FINALLY, once I get down on the floor and I’m on my knees bent over the bottom row of bras like a plumber under a leaky kitchen sink, I find a single, plain black bra in my size. I grabbed my find and finish meandering through the remainder of the department. I didn't find any additional options so, I look at the bra in my hands and decide to commit as it seems "meant to be." I head to the register without stopping in the fitting room; BIG MISTAKE.
Running late this morning (as usual) I fasten my new boulder holder, throw my Maxi dress on and head out the door.
After getting to work the reality of the next 8 hours sets in. My treasure from the night before was meant to be alright, meant to make me MISERABLE!!! The straps are cutting into my shoulders like heavy grocery bags that leave your hands paralyzed and the cup size is nowhere near a DD; my girls resemble muffins in an overflowing muffin tin.
Now I have a decision to make, grab something to eat on my lunch and suffer the remainder of the day under the abuse of my new bra or embark on a rescue mission to Victoria Secrets to save my girls from any further poking, squishing or squeezing. Victoria Secrets it is; a proper fitting, lifesaving support system for the girls is a MUST. Hunger will have to wait, the ta-tas are suffocating.
I also learned that you can buy Victoria Secret bras through Amazon! That's great news for me because I strongly dislike the mall!