This weekend, I attempted to buy a long-line bra. When my friend from school who wears something like a size 2 (or perhaps 4) mentioned that buying such an item was a pain in the ass, I should have known I was in for some trouble. However, I went in blindly with the assumption that I would find something...ANYTHING...at one of the many stores available to me in the Lehigh Valley area.
My first stop was JC Penney because their website looked promising...and it would have been very promising if I were a 32 B. However, I am a 38 D in normal bras, so clearly that wasn't happening. No matter. Our mall has a Lane Bryant. Lane Bryant is a Mecca for us fuller-figured girls. I headed right there. And I tried on a 38 DD. It closed, but it also pushed all the fat down around my waist. It was not a good look for me. They had a bra that fit...but it wasn't white. I am the BRIDE, dammit. I want to wear white.
It was at this point that I started to get a little nervous. However, I soldiered on. Macy's? Nope. On to the next mall. Catherine's? No. Sears? No. Kohl's? No. On to the next mall. Bon-Ton? No. Boscov's? No. On to the strip mall. Another Catherine's? No. Another Kohl's? There's a 40 D. It doesn't fit. I almost tear it into a million pieces in the dressing room.
I have mentioned before that I am a procrastinator. I had an appointment for my first dress fitting at 3:00 today. At 10:00 today, I called and rescheduled for next week. At 10:15 today, I went on-line to Lane Bryant's website and ordered the bra (plus another bra...and also a pair of jeans). Therefore, the fitting hasn't happened yet.
So it turns out that the world did a great job of confirming that I am, in fact, fat. Thanks, world. I SO needed that.
6 comments:
Long line bras are the devil. Their mission in life is to give cleavage a lift and create a muffin top on even the smallest gals. They take great joy in it. I'm pretty sure I hear them snickering at me when I walk by them at the store. Oh the fun they could have...
whatever they can do to make you feel inadequate, they do. I secretly think that they're in cahoots with weight loss programs.
Long-line bras ARE the devil. Have you tried duct tape under the boobs plus a looser--but still holding it in--body stocking? Full disclosure: I haven't tried that, but I've heard it works, and it must be true because I read it on the internet. :)
Also, I wear a 34DD, and I actually fit into the long-line bra that is made for my size...or would, if my breasts weren't apparently made of lead. I'm serious. I must have the heaviest breast in the goddammned world. After just a few hours of wearing a long line bra, it FOLDS OVER. The plastic folds down the front. My boobs = lead. Ugh.
I have not worn a long-line bra in forever. Dare I say I wear a...46DD. I hate it! Nightmare to buy anything! Needless to say I'm a catalog girl most of the way, unless I find something in Avenue or Lane Bryant.
A breast reduction would be so lovely.
Hang in there! Besides, us chubby girls have to stick together. Glad you were able to order it online, though.
I hear you on the bra front. I wear a 38DDD for Godsakes. Nothing fits right and forget making anything cute in that size. Bastards.
When I got married I also needed one of those stupid bras...38DD here and ya know who has them... bridal shops! In all sizes...I kid you not. They were great but of course not a bargain.
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