Remember the time when I walked around wearing a 40B bra and would pray for the moment I got in the house so I could ping that bugger off of my body until the next day? I would buy cheap as chip bras and focused only on the fact that they “looked pretty” rather than doing what a woman should and invest a bit money of thought and money into her boobs. I would be left with unsightly red marks under the band, even unsightlier back bingo wings and the dreaded double boob affect. Not a great look by any means.
I then did that terrifying thing of being measured up for a bra, boobs out, cold hands and all. My modest 40B were living a lie for the majority of their life and were actually a 38DD – bit of a jump there. I’m by no means “gifted” in the bosom department, there’d be no mistaking me for
Very recently the Freya Deco Charm* landed on my doormat, swathed in pink hot pink paper and looking like an adorable pastel set fit for the coming spring months.