- The fitter asks me to lift my boobs by the bra straps
while she measures me with tape from the front.
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Hi, I'm Kristin.
Like most humans with boobs,
I often struggle to find bras
that will adequately support my girls.
Plus, it seems like you can't swing a tit
without reading about how you're
probably wearing the wrong size bra.
So I went on a mission to find out my real bra size.
These were the rules.
Number one: I would ask to get my bra size
and I would try on any bras that were offered to me.
Number two: I would not offer any size suggestions.
I definitely broke this rule.
And number three: If I liked a bra, I would buy it.
First, I went to Intimacy, a high-end boutique
once recommended by Oprah.
I walked in with some pretty high expectations.
The fitter measures me with no tape,
purely by sight, and asks me if anything
has changed since I bought the bra
that I am currently wearing.
Which it has. For starters, Obama is president now.
She tells me my size is a 38D, but when I try one on
in that size, it feels a little tight.
The fitter tells me that that will make the bra last longer.
Since my current bra is so old,
I think it might have lapsed into the public domain,
that's a pretty good selling point for me.
So, I buy it.
My next stop is Bloomingdale's,
where I get measured with tape,
from the front, over my bra.
To my surprise, the fitter tells me that my size
is either a 38 or a 40 DDD,
which turns out to be way too big,
but then she gives me a 38DD, which turns to be way more
comfortable than the bra I already bought from Intimacy.
I know to quit when I'm ahead, so I buy the 38DD.
I then prepare to go to the next store on my list,
the Thunder Dome of bras, Victoria's Secret.
The fitter there measures me with tape measure
from the front, over my clothes and bra,
and tells me that my size is a 38C.
This is where I accidently break one of my rules.
I think I made a confused face, because the fitter
then asks me what my current bra size is,
which was a Victoria's Secret bra in a 38DD.
She then changes her mind and says that I should be a 38D.
This is the second time today someone has made a decision
about my bra size based on the disgusting bra
I am currently wearing.
The 38D bra makes me feel like I'm being strangled.
Which makes a lot of sense, because the fitting room
looks like a sexy jail.
The fitter tells me that this bra will stretch out,
but I want a bra to fit because it's the right size,
not because I slowly broke its spirit.
Morale is pretty low by the time I hit Nordstrom.
I'm beginning to think that I'm not
going to figure out what my bra size is today,
which I thought was impossible this morning.
The fitter measures me over my clothes and bra with tape,
but from the back.
She tells me that my size is either a 40DD or a 42DD,
And the 40DD feels amazing.
The difference between a bra that mostly fits
and a bra that really fits is huge.
I'm no boob scientist, but the fitter
at Nordstrom totally crushed it.
My last stop was Lane Bryant.
The fitter there asks me what size I'm wearing,
and then asks me to lift my boobs by the bra straps
while she fits me with tape from the front.
She tells me my size is a 38DD, but that size makes
me look like a marshmallow monster.
I also tried on a 40DD push up bra,
since 40DD was my magic size at Nordstrom,
but it was too small too.
I'm figuring out that bras are a lot like jeans.
Just because two of them are the same size
doesn't mean that they're going to fit the same way.
All in all, it seemed like everyone had a hard time
coming to a clear consensus about my bra size.
After a day of trying on bras, this is what I learned.
Number one: Just because you're one size in one place,
does not mean you're that size everywhere.
Number two: Be honest with the person who is fitting you.
And if they ignore your concerns, go somewhere else.
Number three: Never buy anything you don't love.
At the end of the day, it was my fault for buying
bras that I didn't feel comfortable in,
just because I let myself be convinced that I was wrong.
And finally, number four:
A good fit is what feels good to you.
If you feel comfy, supported, and look good in clothes,
then you're wearing the right bra size.
And everyone else can shut their mouths.
Case closed.
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