by, 1st June 2012 at 03:06 PM (436 Views)
So, apparently, I've always been a super busty girl and didn't know it. Here I was, trying to fit myself into 36B's (US) this whole time, when I should have been trying something much larger: 36F's (aka, 36DDD's).
Now, I suppose I should have seen the signs. I can't fit into shirts with built in bras as I can't even fit them over my chest, I'm literally spilling out of my current bras, my significant other loves throwing peanuts down my shirt from across the room while watching movies, and the underwires are stabbing me in unspeakable, painful places. It's... actually quite uncomfortable, bordering upon painful.
Personally, I blame pornography and cartoons for my misconceptions. Here I was thinking that DDD/F cups were these humongous glands of which you could carry out entire miniature strategy campaigns over, as that's how they present them in such works. Now I can only come to two conclusions. Either they just say, 'triple D,' in such things because triple D sounds much more impressive than H, or J cup, both of which are larger and more size appropriate, and men, ignorant of such things, can't tell the difference (and in comics, men tend to write them, and don't understand breast size so they write whatever they think sounds right and end up coming way off base when what they draw is actually something much larger)... or those women are just tiny with larger breast. I mean, a 26E will look a lot more impressive than 36F. My other conclusion is that because of such misconceptions pushed upon me by the media, I assumed that there was no way I could be larger than a B cup simply because they just didn't look that large, my inane height be damned!
Now, I sit here glaring at bras prices. Why are you so ****ing god ****ed expensive?! Argh!
Total Trackbacks 0