It Took Me 20 Years To Get Measured For A Bra

Did you know that around 80% of women wear the wrong size bra? If you read the title of this post it will come of no surprise to you that when I waltzed into M&S to get measured, the woman just had to look at my bra to determine that I was in fact, part of this 80%.

For years (I can’t put and exact number on it), I thought sod it, I have virtually nothing there, whats the point in even being measured? It wasn’t until about three months ago that out of nowhere and I literally mean nowhere, my boobs went from an itty bitty A cup to a bloody D cup.  A D CUP.  I was (and still am) shocked. Of course, the first thing I did was notify all the girls in the group chat that this women in M&S measured me as a D. It oddly felt like some sort of achievement. It may have taken me years to catch up with you all, but I finally have!

As a teenager I hated the fact I had small boobs, it really knocked my confidence and still did up until recently. I feel like I missed out on becoming a ‘proper woman’. There was no need for me to get measured or go bra shopping with Mum. In fact I didn’t even get my first bra until I was 15! And then it was just a case of ‘oh this is the smallest size, so that’ll do’.

However, when I suddenly started noticing that my itty bitty titties were growing for the first time ever at the age of 20, I reluctantly went and got measured. I say reluctantly because by this point I’d waited so long to get measured, I was actually quite nervous about  the whole fiasco I was about to embark on.

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When I arrived at my local M&S, I literally had no idea what to expect. I bet the woman just had to look at me to see that this was my first time. Then probably wanted to question why I had waited this long to get measured.

I was doing something that most 12 year olds go and do with their Mum on a Saturday morning. I rocked up in my £3.00 New Look Christmas bra that I’ve probably owned since I was 15. Not giving a thought to the fact that one it was July and I was wearing a Christmas bra and two the fact that this was quite possibly the oldest bra I owned. I dread to think about what this poor lady thought of me.

Anyway, I digress. Like I say the fitter just had to look at my boobs to tell that I was no longer a teeny tiny A cup. Unsurprisingly my band size hadn’t changed. After a few minutes of adjusting my current bra and a few awkward stares, the lovely woman rushed off and returned with what can only be described as a relief. A bra that fitted correctly, hooray!

I always thought bras were meant to be uncomfortable, as thats what most of my twitter feed tells me. So I was shocked to feel comfortable and actually quite confident in a bra for the first time in my life.

I can’t believe the impact a good fitting bra has had on my confidence. I’m no longer shying away and hiding my chest, a day I never thought I would see!

Han x

4 thoughts on “It Took Me 20 Years To Get Measured For A Bra

  1. omg this post triggered me because for the longggggest time ive been telling myself I need to get a proper bra fitting coz I can just tell the bras I wear at the moment are not right 😂 I guess the only reason I haven’t gone to get it done, is like you said, all because of nerves and anxiety, but this post has really prompted me to make sure that I make sure this is something I get done soon! Great post, thanks so much for sharing xx

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    1. Oh girl I’m glad I’m not the only one! I promise it isn’t actually that bad and once you’ve done it the first time, the anxiety surrounding it will vanish! x

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  2. How funny! The exact same thing happened to me. I’d always been an A, then they started getting bigger so I moved myself up to a B but the B was really uncomfortable and so 2 weeks ago I got measured at Victoria’s Secret and now I’m a D!!! I feel like I’ve made it in life 😆 I had never been measured before!

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