I may have mentioned awhile back that I did a bra fitting at My Intimacy on Michigan Ave. downtown. The fitting experience was awesome (free boob feel-up!), and I came home with 3 beautiful new (and very expensive) bras. I’d always bought bras in a size 42 or 44 B, since college. The bra fitter said that I was actually a 42/44D or DD depending on design. My ego has been poofed ever since, as I’m of the belief that my boobies, while dear, are tiny for my frame. Yes, it’s just a number, but it poofed me up nonetheless.

I’ve been periodically wearing my new bras but still wearing my old ones. The new bras are undeniably more comfortable. Some of my older bras had gotten worn and pilly, and I had a bunch of RealWoman dollars for Lane Bryant. So, I bought some new bras. I tried on and bought them in my new bra size, and damn, what a difference! Wearing the B-cup bras had been minimizing me, I guess, and it was causing odd bulges. The new bras give me megaboobage and good cleavage (as best as mine will ever have), and they just plain feel better. I do not understand how this works, because my old ones always felt like they were too big rather than too small, but I guess it’s because I was spilling out or something. Now, I have megaboobage even when I’m not wearing the padded push-up bras.

Safer than a boob job, I suppose. Carson Kressley, I owe you one.