Went to get measured for a new bra today! What an experience, remember earlier on in the blog I told you about the enhancer bras I bought from Avon? Well they are only big enough for pregnant Barbie now!
So in I walked and found myself in a small room with this lovely lady showing me the most beautiful bras. All of this was happening in a mist as I was still reeling from being told I’m a 42DD!
Gone are the days of 38C. Anyway she left and I “popped” the 1st bra on. It wasn’t a bra, they lie to you on the label, what it should read is small T-Shirt. There was so much material and no chance whatsoever of feeling feminine or sexy. The only bonus to it was that the back strap was so thick it could cover my love handles.
Which reminds me, there is nothing like having a mirror in front of you and 1 behind to relay upset a fat woman!! At one point I got really confused thinking somehow my head had been stuck on back to front as I have a set of breasts on my back!! Lower down and luckily resting on me saddlebags, sorry hips so I don’t have to carry them around!!!!!!
Asking the price of these bras was as traumatic as trying them on!! I could buy 30 bags of Haribo for the price of one bra – although that mentality has possibly gotten me where I am now. So I eBayed 42DD and bought 3. That will do me, as I don’t intend to stay this way
