
During my trip home to the UK I decided that it was time to have a proper bra fitting. I heard lots of great things about a shop called
Bravissimo so I headed into Oxford and made an appointment with one of their staff members.
The woman who did my fitting was extremely experienced and I soon learned that I'd been wearing a bra that was too big around and a cup size too small.
In my mind I had envisaged setting off on a shopping spree (a slight spring in my step), coming home ladened with bags full of new lingerie. Instead the reality was that I found myself in a state of shock, it was as though I'd gone through some kind of pyschological trauma. What is it about going up a size that freaks us out so much? Why do we get so hung up on numbers and letters?
I found myself walking around department stores after my fitting in a complete daze, not quite ready to process the fact that I'd got bigger and went home empty handed.
Thankfully, once I'd moved past the initial shock I was able to embrace my new measurements and purchased several new bras to come home with.
What I've realized since returning to the US is that it is extremely difficult to get my size bra over here (I'm only 32 around and most of the larger cup sizes start at 34 or 36 band widths, I wonder why that is)? Looks like I'm going to have to put in some orders with my family when they come out to visit this Christmas.