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.