Bra size is rather personal after all.
Oh sure, breasts and their containers don't always make appropriate conversation material, but they are undeniably in the center of things. One doesn't have to look very far to find a pair pointing their direction.
A recent shopping trip was the catalyst for a little stroll down memory lane, beginning way back when I was only as old as my son is now. A retrospective of my bra sizes through the ages flashed through my mind.
I'd never been particularly well-endowed by any stretch of the imagination. For many years my headlights were garaged in a modest 36B. Low beams.
While I was pregnant, my chest ballooned from its usual 36B to an outrageous 44DD. No, that's not a typo. It was but the first noticeable change in my body. Suddenly I could no longer button my blouses. Then I couldn't wear my blouses. I acquired progressively larger brassieres until my new
Nursing following pregnancy precluded a rapid return to normalcy. I was so looking forward to normalcy. My old bras patiently awaited their return to duty in my lingerie drawer. They waited a long time.
Over the years since, my 36B sized bras have been replaced with 38Bs. With underwires. All hail the underwire bra. Seriously.
Recently I've gained weight since quitting smoking and the nature of my relationship with my clothing has changed. I've noticed I fill out my clothes, shall we say, more completely. Including my lingerie of course.
Last weekend, Wendy proposed going clothes shopping.
I said, "Okay. I need new bras."
Wendy said, "Let's go!"
And so it was we found ourselves in the lingerie department of a local department store. Before we left the safety of the aisle to wade into the jungle of brassieres on display, I looked around furtively over both shoulders, ahead and to the sides before leaning down and whispering in Wendy's ear, "I think I need to go up a cup size."
She made eye contact and smiled, "Oh really? And you think I hadn't noticed?" She quirked her eyebrows and gave me that twinkle of her eye that never fails to melt me where I stand.
So it is that I have entered a new age.
The age of the C cup.
And my girlfriend.
She likes it.