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I am on the road to recovery today from my latest encounter with a professional bra fitter.
About three weeks ago my favorite personal shopper called up to book me an appointment with a bra fitter. I’ve never had much luck with bra fitters (in my experience, a professionally fitted bra hurts like HE**), but I agreed to try it again.
Friday was the day. The bra fitter pronounced the Bali 42C that I wore to the appointment as completely the wrong size, and announced that I was a 38D. I told her about my experiences of having painful bruised ribs after fittings, and she told me that she had 40 years of experience and knew her stuff. I suppose she did, because she did quickly figured out that I have a high rib cage, and would not be able to wear most underwire bras. I tried on bunches of bras without underwire and they looked terrible (gave me sort of a unibreast look). Finally, I tried on the Chantelle 1660 and other than the straps digging into my shoulders and my chest feeling like I was suffocating, it looked pretty darn good. She suggested I try wearing it for a day, so I dutifully purchased the 1660.
Saturday was snowing, so I strapped on the Chantelle 1660, turned on the gas fireplace, and sat down to read with a mug of coffee. After a couple of hours I developed a headache, which I attributed to the excess caffeine. By mid-afternoon I had taken to my bed with a migraine (having removed the 1660 by now), and after two doses of my best migraine meds, I was feeling fine by the next day.
Sunday I wore one of my comfortable oldies in the morning, but I tried the Chantelle 1660 that afternoon. Within two hours my headache returned, but this time I realized it was because I was having difficulty breathing due to the tight bra. I removed the 1660 and did some yoga to get my breath back, and the headache went away.
I am slowly recovering today, wearing the softest silk crossover bra that I own and letting my bruises heal. This experience has reinforced my notion that professional bra fitters have a strong sadistic streak. The “correct” bra size is always so painful for me. Go figure.