Sometimes, something stupidly forgettable will etch itself into your brain and you'll find yourself thinking about it while driving in a car, or sitting in a class. Right now, the one question that I cannot avoid is this: How in god's name can you get a good bra fit if they measure you for a bra over your damn clothes?
I recently went to get fitted at a department store of the mid-ritzy range, because now that I've lost weight, not only do my pants not fit, but my bras are just unbearably uncomfortable. So I've never been formally measured and think it seems like it might be time; maybe my bra size has gone down, and I can finally have a comfortable bra. But no.
The saleslady pulled me into a fitting room, whipped out her little tape, and measured my chest through my shirt, and current ill-fitting bra. Um. Am I missing something? If I'm wearing the wrong-sized bra, and my shirt adds some sort of layer to my skin, doesn't it seem that of course you're getting the wrong measurement? Because I measure as the same size I'm currently wearing, and I'm telling you, these are not comfortable bras. I mean, what a depressing incidence. I should have, of course, just let it go and vowed to get comfortable bras when I drop another ten pounds. But no.
Because something is nagging at me. When we walked out onto the floor to look at bras--and I want a Wacoal, because I've heard they're great--I just couldn't bear the thought of trying on more bras in the same damn sizes. I did that whole thing when my stupid favorite bra went out of production. I tried on any single bra that seemed like it might possibly work, and it didn't. So I just couldn't bear the thought of doing that again. The saleslady obviously wanted to sell me a bra, so she said maybe I should try a range of sizes, because bra fitting is an inexact science. Ok. So why get measured at all? Shouldn't I just go to the department and try on tons and tons of bras? Doesn't that seem like the way to go? Fuck measuring over the clothes if it doesn't tell you anything worth knowing!
And everyone always says, "Go get measured for a bra. You're probably wearing the wrong size." Well, I feel as if the bra I'm wearing is the wrong size. But apparently not. You see the problem? And I keep thinking about this, every time my bra strap slips down, or my boobs feel uncomfortable, or the bra pulls up in the back because I've tightened the strap. Grrrr. I just want some new comfortable bras, dammit.
Skip the department store (which is hit and miss) and go to a specialty store to be measured.
Posted by: frog | May 26, 2005 at 12:36 PM