Going shopping for clothes pretty much straight after night shift probably wasn't the greatest idea I've ever come up with, what with sleep deprivation being linked with staring vacantly for long periods, and having difficulty in making decisions.
I found myself in some changing rooms, wearing a bright red jumper (which was not what I had set out to find) staring at my breasts in the mirror. Wondering 'are they good breasts or bad breasts?' for quite some time. My newfound breast insecurity comes from my having lost a little bit of weight and realising, to my horror, that I might not be able to shop in Bravissimo anymore. I was always at the bottom rung of Bravissimo's scale but I fear I may have dropped a cup size and thus made my breasts, well, average, as opposed to slightly bigger than average. Of course, I should just go to the shop and have them do that twanging, looking, frowning thing that they do in lieu of measuring, but I don't want to have to hear them say 'we don't sell bras in your size'. Is that what they say? I always wonder if they have embarrassing moments where small breasted girls go in, ask for small sizes, and have to be shown the door? Do the diminutive-breasted ones get the same kind of look that a size 16 gets asking for a larger size in Tucci? A mix of pity and embarrassment? I guess I'll find out soon.
Once the breast crisis was over I had to continue to stare at the red jumper for some time, wondering if I wanted a red jumper because it's Christmas or because bright colours make me feel like I'm ten years old. So, in future, sleep first.
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My Dear Lady!
Do you mean that when I see you again I shall not be greeted by pert torpedoes (sp?) in a blue/grey botton roll-neck sweater?!
Gosh! What has happend to the world since I've been away? I forget that people change over time.
I'm sure you're still a darling no matter your cup size.
I am one of the "diminutuve-breasted ones" and had exactly experience you describe. I shuffled out of the shop in despair. Actually, I do believe you told me about the wonders of bravissimo but negelected to tell me it was for the larger-breasted lady!
Oh God, sorry! I don't think I realised that they were sizeist until recently! I thought that they catered for everyone but perhaps were favoured by, um, bosomy ladies, because of their impressive fitting skills and advice ("sew buttons into the nipples * to get the fifties filmstar pointy-breasted look").
*Nipples of the bras, not your own nipples.
Buttons to get pointy breasts? Good heavens! But aren't buttons kind of flat? I would have thought using "cone cups" would have been a more successful way of achieving the fifties look?
What the Dickens are these cup cones that you speak of?!
You know, those things that Madonna wears but rather less extreme. I've never seen them in the shops mind.
cone bras-jean gautier that. haute couture late 1980's.
orignal 1950s bra circular stitch or the economical button.
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