All these years, I’ve been wearing the right bra size. It’s true. My whole post-pubescent life, I’ve just been going off what looked right and felt good without consulting any experts to tell me what to put on my chest. Some magazine research in a waiting room, however, opened my eyes to a shocking statistic. An estimated 80% of American women are wearing the wrong bra size. Or perhaps it was 80% of bra salespeople estimate that American women need to buy new bras. I forget.
In any case, I figured someone of my average fitting room expertise without even a certificate in bra-ology to help me decode the alphaneumeric mysteries would surely be among the 4 out of 5 women getting it wrong. So I went into a bra fitting at Trousseau. Ten bras later, Natalia and I determined that instead of the 34DD I came through the door in, I was actually a 34DD. I put on the new bra, and I couldn’t believe the non-difference. I looked like I had instantly lost zero pounds!
In other magazine article related news, skinny cut jeans are just as unflattering to me (and 98% of American women) as they were the last time the fashion industry tried to torture me with them. Will wonders never cease?