A lovely tiny woman led me into a fitting room and asked what size bra I was currently wearing. I didn't know, so we took it off and looked at the faded tag. 44E. That sounded about right. She looked at me, smiled and said, "What size do you think you are now?" I didn't know. "Probably a 40DD, maybe a 38 pretty pretty please." I said.
She came back with a few under wire bras. I haven't worn an under wire since Clinton was in office. I slipped the first one on and it fit like a glove. I looked at the tag: 36D. After some quiet joyful squealing and a little happy dance, I tried on ten more bras. It was so nice to be wearing something that wasn't a binding uni-boob vice. I looked in the mirror and thought, "Hey. Not bad." I never ever ever think that when looking at myself in a dressing room mirror while trying on undergarments. My thoughts usually tend towards "Oh God why does it even matter what I wear under my shirt because it will never change the way I look or feel and just look at all the bulging bits and flaps and this is so embarrassing I'm just going to go home after stopping at the Starbucks for a grande caramel bomb Frappuccino". To go from that to "Hey, not bad" is an enormous step in the right direction. My brain is finally starting to catch up with my body!
Pounds lost this week: 0
Pounds lost overall: 75
(still holding steady!)
The "I Did It" List
bought a bra (happy birthday to me)
did some clothes shopping as well and bought a skirt (gasp)
bought a new pair of cross trainers (happy birthday to me)
attended 2 boot camp classes
attended 3 yoga classes
juiced in 4 out of 7 mornings
went out to a vegetarian restaurant with my husband (happy birthday to me)
ordered a produce box from Bountiful Baskets
trained for my upcoming 5K this Sunday morning
went swimming with my kids twice
wore a bathing suit without cringing or covering my butt
felt loved
2 comments:
Hurray! A D means you can wear all the fun bras now!
You have to be so proud of yourself! I know I am. You are just blowing the top off this Smaller Sarah journey.
My bra shopping excursion to Gottshalks when I was about your age (also to finally get a bra that fit) was at the other end of the spectrum. I was finally fit into an almost A. It had a tennis racket applique inbetween the almost cups. The nice lady who checked me out wanted to know if it was for my daughter.
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