Yeeow! Hah! Got it! Right! Moving right along… breathe… breathe…
Peppe Mill is definitely not an A-cup. She has a considerable volume, as I can happily attest. And the underwire still pokes her more than I do.
Hm. I’m thinking it just might boil down to not wearing the correct size. God knows I went for a decade before actually getting properly-sized bras. If the band is too big (or the cups are too big), then there is going to be too much underwire for your chest and boobs, so it’ll poke out (the only time I ever had an underwire that did that to me was when I bought 38-band size bras, and the outer sides would poke my arms. But switching to a 36 meant no more poking me at all).
Welcome to the dark side, vivalostwages. Once you quit, you will never, ever want to wear the Evil Undergarment from Hell again.
Me, I quit around eleven o’clock in the morning on the first day I tried wearing one to school (it is safe to say that was the first and last time I was ever grateful for gym class). That was fifteen years ago and I haven’t noticed any sagging yet.
And I remember thinking what an honor it was to start wearing a bra…
But that was long, long ago, before I knew what discomfort awaited.
I am not a girl, and probably have no right saying these things, but go get measured! It’s free, and I’ve seen statistics (on a Fark article, or something) that talked about the huge percentage of people wearing the wrong size bra.
Besides that horrible lack of a cite above, I personally know 3 or 4 girls that thought they had the right size, and when they got measured realized it was off. Couldn’t hurt making certain.
Hey, things are looking up!
I have been to Wizard of Bras, and I have salvation!
I was putting it on wrong. Seriously.
I was caring for it all wrong.
The size and cup were right, but not the fabric.
Ahhhhhhhhhh.
Did you know there is a size JJ for bras??
While I need to wear a bra for aesthetics, I certainly do not need to wear one for comfort although I am moderately large-breasted. I have a few underwires, lots of sports bras and I don’t wear one unless I’m going out. I really just don’t get the bra-for-comfort thing, although I’m certain it is the experience of many.
Jumpin’ Jehosephat!!
Here’s my take on bras. If they fit right and are pretty then you feel great.
If they don’t fit right, you probably should have a warning sticker on your forehead:
Step back! I am wearing a mean bra today and may not be responsible for my actions!
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Best. Job. Ever.
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I don’t know how my mind works, but I pictured a bra kind of like the Sorting Hat from the Harry Potter books.
A B-Cup! She’s a B-Cup!
That reminds me of a cartoon of a cyclops checking out a lady cyclops who, of course, had the central uni-boob.
What am I doing in this thread? I feel like the creepy guy wandering the lingerie department at the mall department store.
Damn. I’ve always found these traits in bra wearers to be extremely attractive.