i well remember the day when it was deemed necessary for me to wear a bra-- the summer before 5th grade. i was at old navy with my mom and sister trying on a blue tank top and they giggled and said, "it's time, becky".
i was a woman.
when i was 19 i had a 6 month stint working at VS. i was trained to measure bras. i saw more old-lady breasts than any 19 year old should see but i was an expert at finding the right bra fit for others. come to find out, i wasn't so good at measuring myself?
*did you know, if you go down in band size you increase the cup size, and vice versa? true story. 34B becomes 32C, or 34B becomes 36A....
fast forward 5 years to last night.
in the dressing room i take off my demin shirt and extend my arms like i'm doing a chicken-dance and she slips the measuring tape around me. she purses her lips and announces:
"you're wearing a 34, but your actual size is a 32. do your current bras tend to slide up?"
"...why yes....they do..."
so we bought a dkny bra that feels like heaven and actually fits-- my womanly self-confidence has never been better! amazing what a little change in perspective can do... it makes me wonder what other wondrous changes can come with a little shift of mindset? maybe oprah will invite me onto her show and i can share my revelation with the women of the world? one can only dream.
first things first though-- out with the old, in with the new.
go get yo' self measured. you be a whole new woman.