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I figured you'd all be interested to know that I grew up.

I went up a cup size and went down in band size. This because I've been wearing the wrong size bra for who knows how long. I went up from a C to a D and down from an (European sizing) 85 to a 75. For the first time in years my bras feel snug and aren't poking into me.

Who knew!?

Well, apparently lots of people, because more than once when my girl friends and I discussed the topic of bras, which was kind of often, seeing as many of us are busty and bras over a certain size are fucking expensive and can only be found in "speciality size underwear shops" which another post for a different day.

*deep breath*

In any event, I decided to use the holiday coupons I got from work to buy new bras. I also decided I'd ask what size I should wear. The staffer took one look at me and said sternly. "You're a 75D." And I was all, um, okay, let me try them on.

Which I did.

It was a hallelujah moment, let me tell you.

I bought four new, beautiful bras last week and I've had the chance to wear two of them so far.

One of them creaks.

Like an old floorboard. No really, when I move my shoulders, it sounds like I need oiling. Which is what my boss said to me when she asked me, "Are you creaking?" I mean, she called me the Tin-Man!

It was a source of great amusement at work, where we are very casual, and people found my bewilderment rather funny.

But what's really extraordinary is that other people have mentioned this happening to them too! That this is apparently something that happens when you have a bigger bust.

Also, the idea of being of a bigger bust kind of floored me. I'm used to thinking of myself as a C cup. Not to mention that I internalised a whole lot of negative notions about being "a bigger girl."

What I mean is, being a C didn't seem excessive to me, even though the whole notion of breasts being excessive in any way, shape or form is toxic and pathological in the way one perceives their own body and flesh. I mean, big breasts always seemed to belong to women who were both taller and fatter than I, the association stuck I suppose. So now I am a busty D cup girl and I'm not fat. I just have big boobs.

But the association of fat as a bad thing in relation of having big breasts wasn't one I expected.

There's lots to unpack. The very fact that I need to unpack this experience says a lot about the way breasts and the size of them have been objectified to the point that it almost feels like I need to justify myself having them.

Also, regardless of what size you are, you can enjoy Busty Girl Comics!

Date: 2013-07-12 05:26 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] jazzybabe56
I had this same issue with some DDD cup sized bras I purchased - I bought 3 and only the black one creaked - well I wear a f***tonne of black so it was necessary for this to NOT be happening...

I used a full lid measure of fabric softener and left the bra soaking in it all day while I wore a different one to work and when I came home, I rinsed it and hung it to dry -- NO more creaking!

**so happy**

Date: 2013-07-12 05:33 pm (UTC)
sofiaviolet: drawing of three violets and three leaves (Default)
From: [personal profile] sofiaviolet
I'm going to try this!

My creaky bra is a 32B or C (I forget which), for purposes of anecdata gathering. It's also melon/coral-pink and covered in lace, so between that and the creaking I don't wear it much, but it fits far too well to give up.

Date: 2013-07-12 08:44 pm (UTC)
silveradept: A kodama with a trombone. The trombone is playing music, even though it is held in a rest position (Default)
From: [personal profile] silveradept
Would someone please explain to the poor XY what a creaky bra entails? Sounds like a major pain. A big plus, however, on having someone who could properly size you. And apparently just by looking at you?

Regarding negative thought about being bigger in the chest, it would be nice if we could all just use Health (and Beauty) At Every Size as the default.

Date: 2013-07-13 01:16 am (UTC)
silveradept: A kodama with a trombone. The trombone is playing music, even though it is held in a rest position (Default)
From: [personal profile] silveradept
So the things that should not be bending do bend, and this makes a very loud sound? (Presumably also causes pain of some sort from pokiness?)

Date: 2013-07-13 01:49 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] superbadgirl
Butting in - it's probably the metal or rubber of the actual hardware of the bra rubbing against the fabric. Pokiness is a whole other barrel of monkeys. :D

Date: 2013-07-13 04:13 pm (UTC)
silveradept: A kodama with a trombone. The trombone is playing music, even though it is held in a rest position (Default)
From: [personal profile] silveradept
Oh. Still sounds like something that's annoying at best, highly distracting at the very worst. Thanks for explaining.

Date: 2013-07-13 05:45 am (UTC)
lilacsigil: 12 Apostles rocks, text "Rock On" (12 Apostles)
From: [personal profile] lilacsigil
Lots of people turn out to be a smaller band size and bigger cup than expected! I had the opposite path to you: I was buying a bigger band size because I'm fat, but actually I needed a smaller band size. That, of course, puts the cup size up (each decrease in band size is an increase in cup size) so instead of a 26D in Australian sizing (=US 48D) I'm actually a 22E (=US 44E).

Creaky bras usually settle down after a few washes, if that's any help.

Date: 2013-07-13 02:43 pm (UTC)
askygoneonfire: Red and orange sunset over Hove (Default)
From: [personal profile] askygoneonfire
I had the same reaction when I suddenly changed size and found myself officially a big busted gal (from 36B to 32E in one day!). I actually cried in a changing room. Years later, I find myself in a 30G and pretty cheerful about it. It takes time, for some reason, to come to terms with a change that's only a number. Lots of internalised misogyny is where I placed the blame. Who knows.

I'm not sure about where they deliver, but there are cheaper routes to big bras, like this place I've recently discovered; http://www.brastop.com/default.aspx

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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