I Got a Professional Bra Fitting: TRUE STORY

Mel Biv Devoe

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I've written before about being overwhelmed by choices when I go shopping. This is, unfortunately, a recurring theme with me. I'm HORRIBLE at making decisions, so having many options tends to exacerbate things for me.

Bra shopping used to be a major cause of distress.  In high school, it wasn't so much a problem because I was just this side of flat.  I rocked a 34 B for years (I can admit the size now, but man I was embarrassed about my tiny boobs as a teen).  Then I hit college and it became clear that I was just a late bloomer, because I finally started to develop breasts.  But going to the store and trying on bras was a nightmare.  So many numbers and letters on the tags - was I picking a size or playing bingo??  Rather than flounder in the lingerie section, I wised up and did the easiest thing a woman can do to point her in the right direction - I got a professional bra fitting. 

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