I’ve been living my entire full figured adult life wrong and no one told me. A few days ago I flew into a rage…It’s funny now thinking back on it…but I was angered. Why? Because I was uncomfortable. That particular day my underwire was overly present. In case you haven’t figured it out, this post is about bras. I have loved my bras most of my life but as my breasts grew my bras stopped loving me. If I’m spending over fifty dollars for a bra I need it to meet all my wants. Unfortunately, I was looking in the wrong places. My wants are simple enough. I like pretty things. I am a collector of pretty things. I want a variety of colors and prints. I want lace and dainty details. I also want support. Lastly, I want comfort.
My anger ensued after arriving home from a long day. I was maybe two hours past the limit on my bra. That’s another thing that bothers me. Why does the comfort level change with time? I don’t mean after several wears. I mean in one day. Why does the comfort level change within hours? In a perfect world all my bras would be made out of supportive memory foam. If you’re a designer and your reading this, I just gave you your next million dollar project. That day my mind was made. I needed a change. So I started surfing the net looking for suitable wireless options. This is what I found.
It’s comfortable, functional, padded, and pretty. I bought one in black and another in pink. There’s more, the price was right. I paid $9.99 for two bras at Burlington. This particular bra is Daisy Fuentes but here are some other options at the same price point.
I can’t believe I’ve been paying ten times as much to be uncomfortable. This past week I have been a happier person. I credit the bras.