Second Opinion

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100!

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Sorry the picture isn't the best. I tried to lighten it, but you get it right?!

After Christmas, Mr. Husband and I stopped by the mall. Approaching the door, I spotted a flier, Dillard's was having a bra sale. "Bra's $9.99, and up."

I was excited! I'm not too busty, and I thought, surely I could find a few bra's at $9.99.

Here's the thing... I had just about given up on bras! Like pantyhose, I think the bra was a man's idea. A conspiracy to keep a woman DOWNn!

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In my experience with bras, they've rode up my back, not always held everything while exercising (try step aerobics with a bad fitting bra), and that awful underwire!

Once, an underwire was pocking me so much at work. I went to the bathroom, pulled it out, and went right back to my desk. Little did I know, removing the nuisance would cause the bra to collapse. One breast was up, and the other was down. Last year, I decided, I liked sports bras better. Mr. Husband doesn't seem to think they're sexy!

When seeing the sale sign, I had an idea. Get fitted! Maybe then, I'd know my actual size, and finally get a bra that wouldn't let it all hang out, or over. And I could give the sports bras a rest.

The attendant automatically asked what I was wearing. And I told her, a sports bra. She laughed, and proceeded with the fitting. The verdict... "34 DD, or D," she said.

What?!

I thought she was kidding for sure! Over the years I've worn 32B and C, as well as 34B and C. Surely, not a DD or D! She convinced me I am now more of a full busted woman. I told her I would be back for the sale.

I was disturbed by the findings, and decided to seek a second opinion. In the next couple of days, we'd be in near a Victoria's Secret. My plans were to pop in there, get fitted, and then come back and buy the sale bras.

While in Victoria's Secret, my bra specialist, Nikki, (that's her in the picture with me), did her thing. And she also asked, "What are you wearing?"

A sports bra, I told her. And she said that was unacceptable. There are no excuses, for wearing a sports bra on a regular basis. What ever! I'm too old to worry about pushing them up, I want comfort.

Her verdict... a 32B, and she wanted me to try something on. I frowned a little. I knew 32B was wrong, and all I wanted was to be fitted. But I tried on a 32B, Angels Air Push-Up. Didn't work! We then tried 34B, Angels Air Push-Up, it fit better, but no prize.

Finally, I tried on the BioFit, and Body by Victoria! There were fireworks, bells, and whistles! Yes! Full coverage, and sexy. My mind was changed, I no longer wanted to go buy the sale bras, at Dillard's. All I ever want again is the BioFit, and Body by Victoria!

Oh wait, halt... deal breaker, UNDERWIRE. "After two washings, the underwire will start coming out," I told Nikki.

She looked at me as if I had a third eye, in the center of my head. "You don't put good bras in the washer! Wash them on your hand, and hang them up to dry."

I left armed with a little pink card, with my bra size, the bras I liked checked off, and Nikki's name and number. I was satisfied.