The Never-Ending Search for a Perfect-Fitting Bra
Sometimes finding the right fit can feel like playing Russian roulette–just ask the 80 percent of women wearing the wrong size.
Had my whole life been filled with bad bra advice? My Italian aunts bought boxed bras in bulk. On the urging of a friend, I wore multiple sports bras. She swore it would stop sagging. Maybe it just wasn’t natural to take off my bra as soon as I got home from work.
Less than 30 minutes later, I left in a different mood—with two bras that were the correct size. And it shouldn’t have taken a smooth-talking salesperson to get me in for a fitting. We take quizzes to find out what Disney princess we are. We send strands of hair and samples of our saliva in the mail to discover our ancestry. And yet we leave our girls hanging.
The next time you buy a bra, it’s more than OK to expect the following:
- A measuring tape on hand, preferably draped around a salesperson’s neck.
- It’s weird having a stranger get to second base. Before they reach, it’s nice to have them tell you they’re about to manually lift and separate.
- There should be zero comments on size. It’s uncomfortable enough being partially nude in front a stranger without the running commentary.
In Katie Kohler’s opinion, few things beat the feeling of going bra-less after a long day. Visit www.katiekohler.com.
