Yesterday, I went shopping for undergarments. This is a task that I loath. First, I was one of those girls that one day woke up and was well-endowed – at the age of 13. I have spent my life trying to hide them, never comfortable with them. Second, because of their large size, I can’t just walk into the lingerie department and pick out a bra. There is a shop that is about 40 minutes from my house. It caters to large-busted women with hard to find sizes. Of course, it kills me to spend $120 on only two, but it is a necessity.
It was an interesting experience though. There was a very kind woman who helped me and was obviously very knowledgable. I have spent my life having my breasts oggled. Women often comment that they just can’t be real and many men just stare. I have actually learned to tune all of that out (a skill that baffles my husband). In the dressing room, however, this woman was looking at my breasts in various bras in a completely objective way. I understand that this is her job, but I have never had this experience. In a way, it made me more comfortable with my physical appearance. She wasn’t judging me – just fitting me. It was….I’m not sure, but I do feel a little bit better about myself as a result.
On a side note, I really wish a company would come up with a line of bras for large-busted women that are actually pretty. Most that I have found would be better described as utilitarian not pretty. While I don’t show off my undergarments to people (husband excluded), it makes me feel better when I know I have something pretty on underneath my clothes. The two I ended up buying was a mixture. One is totally utilitarian (while boring, much needed when it comes to basketball practice) and one that is kind of pretty. It would have been nice to have the underwear to match, but at $28, I had to draw the line.