Written By Amanda
Amanda had three girls in four years and is waist-deep in the beautiful chaos. She keeps it real. Always.Read Her Blog "Sleep, Sanity and Skinny Jeans"
Save for the months when my bosom was filled to bursting with milk for my babies, I have always been a small-chested girl.
(This photo blows me away every time. My first baby was a couple weeks old and my boobs hung like anvils from my chest. Those postpartum days were CRAZY.)
All through high school I rocked my 32A bra and felt fine about it. My weight fluctuated a lot after that but I usually hovered around the 34B mark unless I was pregnant or nursing.
I had heard the fuss about how important it is to get a proper bra fitting but I thought that advice only really applied to the well-endowed ladies of the world: those who face battles like cup overflowage (totally a word), shoulder straps digging in, etc.
I thought I had it pretty figured out at 34B.
Well, it turns out that basically every woman in the world thinks she’s a 34B!
I finally bit the bullet and got fitted at a local lingerie shop and, to my complete and utter surprise, was told I am actually a 32B. Smaller band? Bigger boobs?! Wahoo!
I bought a couple bras in this new size, and maybe it’s all in my mind, but I feel more confident, better supported, and happier with my body proportions.
Have you been fitted for a bra before? Were you surprised by your actual size?