I have giant knockers.
There’s no hiding this fact - they’re just…there. They just sit there for all the world to see, taking up precious space under my shirt. Someone once asked me why I didn’t topple over when I walked. That’s a good question. I’m not sure.
I knew I was a larger cup size than what I was wearing, so I visited a local (now closed) boutique to get sized and pick up some proper bras. I was shocked. I thought I should be wearing a 38DD, but I was measured as a 38G.
G.
G, as in that’s how much gravitational pull these large masses exert. G, as in “Gee whiz! Those are huge bazungas!” G, as in “I can’t get that size at a regular department store.” Now what can I do? What can I do other than keep my husband from giggling and saying “Oh, gee!” Where can I find what I need?
The boutique I mentioned earlier shut down this past fall, so I’ve checked out some plus-sized stores like Avenue, but their bras feel like old lady reinforcements. If you go to the women who work in the lingerie department of large store chains, they have to dig through their inventory to find something in my size, also granny bras.
Today, I came across Bare Necessities and ordered two pretty (omg!) bras. They also sell sports bras! For giant tatas! For my lady friends who have similar problems, I’ll let you know how they work out.
