the unbearable bralessness of being
Apr. 19th, 2008 06:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lotesseCheezus crust. I went bra-shopping today.
It's springtime for Illinois, and I realized last week that the two good bras I have both also have whomping thick straps that unfit them for use with any sort of tanktop or sleeveless dress. Not good. So I went to Target.
And I know that I can buy bras that actually fit for an arm and a leg, but for one thing, I can't buy them in Nowheresville, Illinois, and for another I can't afford them. I'm working the voluntary simplicity thing right now. I have no desire to drop eighty bucks on support garments. Therefore, Target.
I actually wear a 38 DDD in American sizing. That's not perfect; for perfect I need European sizing. But what I told the Boy, when enlisting him for bra-shopping help, was to grab anything that came close. It's a good thing, too, because I didn't see one single bra there that was bigger than a DD.
The bras were organized by size, with the B-cups at a comfortable browsing level and the D-range cups down at the bottom of the shelves, necessitating that anyone who wanted one would have to get down on her hands and knees in the middle of the aisle. Talk about humiliating. And then all the double- and triple-cups were packed in at the back of the clothes rack. Seriously, they could not have made it harder for me to browse their bras if they'd tried.
The thing that really cheeses me off is that I know that I'm nowhere near to the heaviest end of the spectrum, and I still have young and perky breasts. I don't need that much wrangling, not really. But I'm sure there are plenty of women in this midwestern town who need more than a DD cup, and the fact that the town's major retailers don't provide for them is pretty sad, really. Considering that big breasts may be the only part of the traditional beauty mandate that the average-weight American woman can live up to. We sexify big racks so much - why can't big girls buy nice lingerie? Or any at all for that matter? I don't think I'm being too demanding here.
Anyway, I grabbed a cheap-ass Gillian O'Malley thing that sort of fits, and sort of works. But it so shouldn't have to be that hard. End of pissy fat girl rant.
It's springtime for Illinois, and I realized last week that the two good bras I have both also have whomping thick straps that unfit them for use with any sort of tanktop or sleeveless dress. Not good. So I went to Target.
And I know that I can buy bras that actually fit for an arm and a leg, but for one thing, I can't buy them in Nowheresville, Illinois, and for another I can't afford them. I'm working the voluntary simplicity thing right now. I have no desire to drop eighty bucks on support garments. Therefore, Target.
I actually wear a 38 DDD in American sizing. That's not perfect; for perfect I need European sizing. But what I told the Boy, when enlisting him for bra-shopping help, was to grab anything that came close. It's a good thing, too, because I didn't see one single bra there that was bigger than a DD.
The bras were organized by size, with the B-cups at a comfortable browsing level and the D-range cups down at the bottom of the shelves, necessitating that anyone who wanted one would have to get down on her hands and knees in the middle of the aisle. Talk about humiliating. And then all the double- and triple-cups were packed in at the back of the clothes rack. Seriously, they could not have made it harder for me to browse their bras if they'd tried.
The thing that really cheeses me off is that I know that I'm nowhere near to the heaviest end of the spectrum, and I still have young and perky breasts. I don't need that much wrangling, not really. But I'm sure there are plenty of women in this midwestern town who need more than a DD cup, and the fact that the town's major retailers don't provide for them is pretty sad, really. Considering that big breasts may be the only part of the traditional beauty mandate that the average-weight American woman can live up to. We sexify big racks so much - why can't big girls buy nice lingerie? Or any at all for that matter? I don't think I'm being too demanding here.
Anyway, I grabbed a cheap-ass Gillian O'Malley thing that sort of fits, and sort of works. But it so shouldn't have to be that hard. End of pissy fat girl rant.