I go to Linda’s Bra Salon. As soon as I take my top off, the salesgirl says, “That bra is definitely too big. How long have you had it?” “Only about a year,” I say. “Well then, it’s time for a new one. You can see that the one you are wearing is all stretched out, and besides, it doesn’t fit you anyway.”
She measures me and declares, “You are definitely a 32. You measure across at 29, so a size 34, even if it weren’t stretched out, would be too big. “But it looks great,” I protest. Then she says, “You should have five bras that you rotate wearing. All bras only last about a year before they stretch out.” I think last time I was here Linda, the bra expert, told me that everyone needs only three bras.
Right before starting Weight Watchers, I think I was a 36-something. During the time I was losing weight, I was a 34. And now I’ve settled into a size 32. Something I’ve never been in my life. Have I really gotten that much smaller? Smaller across than I was in college, when I was a 34B?
And how did I get to be a double D? Even after Alexander was born I was still a size B.
I think bra sizes have been adjusted over the years to make women feel better. I think a B has morphed into a D, and a 34 has shrunk to a 32. There’s no other explanation that makes sense.
Katy Perry is also a 32DD, and I sure don’t look like her!
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