Sometimes I Hate Being a Woman: The 5 Stages of Bra Grief

[KittieCat]

So as I'm continuing to develop, bras keep continue to keep becoming a bigger and bigger issue. Up until about 2 weeks ago I was wearing a 34F, and curious me I wanted to measure my bra size just to make sure. And then here came the 5 stages of bra grief...

1. Denial

Many sites tell my new bra size is a 32J, 6 cup sizes larger than what I had been wearing. Truthfully, I was spilling out of my bra but I didn't expect that much of a difference and it went way against my gut instinct. I should have listened. I call multiple stores, and go into some all with the same results. *sigh* Alright well this still sounds like bullsh*t, but let's see what happens.

2. Anger

It made no sense to me. 6 cup sizes. 6. It drove me crazy that I was that far off from my bra size and women were ridiculing me for wearing something that was so far off. Furthermore, no one sells good looking 32J bras and they all still look too big for my boobs. Again, I should have listened to my gut instinct.

3. Bargaining

Okay, okay, okay. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it's because my boobs are wide.. or I just haven't filled in yet and they're like.. pointy enough for the bra.. um... sh*t I'm lost.

4. Sadness

We finally get a bra in the size... and we put it on and it fits around the bottom, my boobs fill out the bottom and I look at the top. I could fit a kitten into the extra little pockets I had. I should have listened to myself, I knew I was right, and now I have no idea what my bra size is, because even professionals couldn't get it right... F**K!

5. Acceptance

Well, back to square one. I don't have a fitting bra, my mom's on the floor laughing at me, and I have zero reference as to what my bra size could be. But hey, I'm a happy KitteCat. I can't complain that much, it's just another adventure. So I ordered another bra and went with my gut instinct. This time I ordered a 34G. Hopefully I'm right. But the experience has been interesting and I will definitely learn from it.

Moral of the Story

There's a lot of information on the internet. Some right, some wrong. And this definitely translates to people as well, all of those women who laughed at me for wearing the wrong size bra were wrong, and that's insanely satisfying. But I should have trusted myself, and what I knew. So although this is kinda a small and stupid story I think it did teach me that I give myself less credit than I should, and even if it goes against some crazy professional opinion, trust it.

[dancing_in_nebulas]

I was 2 sizes off and too big a band size.

My tits were literally straining my old bras so much, the fabric for the under wire would rip lol

I assumed Id never get past an A, since mom is an A her whole life, so I only got small bras. My cuz mentioned if my boobs were hurting being bound so tightly which then I got measured.

Lo and behold, I was shoving C's into A's with huge band sizes lol

[dancing_in_nebulas]

Lol tnx for mho

[BillyBalls]

Big difference between C and A.

[Anonymous]

Holy hell! That's one HECK of a bra size! I hope your guy is a major league boob man!

[Opinion Owner]

Thanks for best answer! How're you hanging?

[chintita]

lmao nice take, did they measure above ur bust too? cuz that can change your bra size a lot

[Chitwnfootluver]

Good they're getting bigger now soon ill be able to suck them as you sleep...

[Anonymous]

Yep... I was wearing a 34DD since I was 16 turns out I’m a 30F/G or a 28H or... ah I dunno!