- 7 years ago
- Wedding: January 2011
…but it has a happy ending!
My tale starts way back in May, when I first starting shopping for wedding gowns. The consultants at David’s Bridal had me convinced that the dresses would not fit me properly unless tried on with one of their longline bras. “Okay,” I thought, “they must know what they’re talking about.” The bra fit very snugly and required some amount of force from Bridesmaid or Best Man Shelly to get it fastened, and the cups seemed ‘wonky.’ I chalked it up to the weird fit I always seem to get from strapless bras. The price tag on the bra freaked me out a little, so I turned to trusty eBay to purchase a one at a bargain price (new, with tags because I didn’t want to wear someone else’s used bra. Though I’m sure the bra I was using at David’s has been tried on a zillion times, but let’s not think about that).
Fast forward to October at my fitting, and the dress is tight. Really, really tight. And my bridal portraits were only a couple of weeks away. I was distraught and sought comfort in my fiancé. He took one look at the longline bra and said, “there’s your problem. Look.” (he rolls it up to show me how much bulk it’s adding to my torso) “That’s a lot of material, no wonder your dress is tight.” Duh! Why didn’t I think of that? I was totally convinced that I NEEDED the bra to suck me in and smooth me out…turns out it was only adding a whole lot of bulk. Solution: go braless. The bodice is tight enough to hold everyone in. My problem then became one of modesty. I wanted to be decent when getting ready and also when changing from the gown to my reception dress. There will be bridesmaids, mom, and photographers all around so I went shopping for a stick-on solution to cover me up without adding bulk. I was looking for something like petals, only a bit larger to give the ‘the girls’ some help 🙂
While shopping at Dillards, I asked the sales lady which size she recommends (the box gave no size chart). The choices were S/M or L/XL, so I asked her what she would choose for a 38B gal. Without hesitation, she replies, “you’re not a B cup.” Huh? We go in the fitting room to get measured, and she places me as a 38D, borderline 38Dirty Delete. That’s a big difference! I went against her advice and went home only with my stick-on cups and no new bras. I was convinced she didn’t know what she was talking about, because I was in denial! I’m bulging on top because it’s a demi, so it’s supposed to. The sides are bulging because I’m chubby, duh. Of course the back fat shows, I’m a plus size gal! I couldn’t stop thinking about the fitting though, so the next day I headed to JC Penney to get fitted. Guess what size that lady measured me as? 44C. That’s wildly different from both my current size and the Dillards lady’s measurement. I decided to get a third opinion at Lane Bryant. The verdict? 40D. (But I went with 38Dirty Delete because it fit better in the particular style I chose) Guess the “Certified Fitter” at Dillard’s really DID know what she was talking about!
And guess what? The bra fits amazingly. No more falling bra straps or poppage out of the bottom of the cups! And get this–wearing the right size bra has done wonders for my silhouette! I actually look slimmer now. My fiancé and I like to joke that in one weekend, I went from a B to a Dirty Delete cup–without plastic surgery! 🙂 loll. I guess that statistic that 80% of women wear the wrong bra size is true, but it’s no wonder…measuring can be wildly inconsistent. I was quoted as: 38D, 38Dirty Delete, 44C, and 40D all in the same weekend! Wearing the same bra for all fittings! My advice to you ladies: Go get fitted, then try on a handful of sizes close to your measured size because you never know!