My best friend in college, Leah, decided to take me on a bra shopping trip. She has little sisters, and has done the whole bra shopping thing before- a couple of times. Claiming some sort of bra sizing superpowers, I decided to challenge her amazing skills, since my particular size was hard to find.
This was when I was going to a teeny college in the middle of nowhere, so it was about an hour drive to the nearest store that wasn't walmart. (I swear, the main activity of the college students was friday night walmart trips. Or going on hikes in the woods-- which I actually did until I got chased by wolves. I never SAW the wolves, but I could hear them. It was scary.) So me, Leah, and Leah's roommate (I called her Organic Sarah <3 ) all raid the bra section.
Even Leah had trouble finding the right size for me. I go into the changing room, and (what else) call my mom for support. Stupid bras. They don't fit, or you get the stupid under arm pudge. I HATE the pudge. Or they hurt, or they make your chest look lumpy....
After a couple of failed attempts, Leah comes back with another armful of bras. Included in this group is like, the chasity belt of bras. It has TOTAL SUPPORT and features SIX STRONG CLASPS that hold and bind you in place ALL DAY LONG.
I get this monster of a bra on and... It doesn't hurt. No stupid lace on the front either, so it doesn't look lumpy underneath my shirt. Hm. No under arm pudge. It fits perfectly! This is ama-
Ow. Ow. Why is my skin burning?
It was at this point I remembered why bra shopping is so hard for me.
"LEAH I'M ALLERGIC TO THE BRA!"
Yep, there's that nylon allergy. My skin is on fire as I try to unhook the STRONG CLASPS that hold you in place ALL DAY LONG. As I'm trying to twist them off I'm begging Leah to help, and I'm repeating like a skipping cd "I'm allergic, I'm allergic, I'm allergic!! THE NYLON BURNS US!"
Finally the evil thing is off, and my skin is red and raw. It's at this point I remember it's not a single room dressing room, and I'm reminded of this fact because of the laughter I can hear coming from the other changing stalls.
The day ended in only like two bras fitting, and they were like 30 dollars each. But she was right, she DID find me one :)
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