I officially don’t fit into anything in my closet anymore. Anything. Not even one of the two bridesmaid dresses I bought for my sister’s wedding in the fall.
Since the surgery, I’ve gone down about 6 dress sizes and for the last few months I was living off the leftovers in my closet from the other diets I’ve been on. Now, I’m at a weight that I haven’t been at since I was in the 9th grade. And unless I want to be sporting fashions from 1997, I’m on my own. At this point, if I didn’t buy it in the last few weeks, it doesn’t fit. Great for me. Bad for whoever sees me out in the world.
The bras were the saddest thing for me to send to the ever growing “this no longer fits me” pile. I loved my bras. Loved them. But my once fantastic boobs have been slowly deflating and are now sad and lifeless. Some people have a breast reduction or augmentation post surgery because of all of the extra skin. I already had a breast reduction in 2003 when I was 22. I was a 40 I cup.
Yes, you read that right.
Yes they do actually make I cups bras.
No you can’t buy them in the stores.
They look something like your grandmother would wear, but the size of a parachute. Don’t believe me?? Ok…here’s a picture of me when i was a G cup:
So I went for a bra fitting, to try and perk them up a little with a little bra magic. I asked to be measured, thinking my DD cup would have shrunk to at least a C. I got measured from here to Sunday and do you know what the woman tells me? That I have gone from a 40DD to a 38DD. WHAT?!?!? No way. Not possible. But she made me try one on. So I did. And It fit perfectly. Apparently, to make myself feel better as I gained weight, I squeezed myself into bras that were waaay too small for me. And then, over time, I just stretched them out.
But on the bright side, I learned that unlike new shoes, bras were not supposed to be painful the first month or so you wore them. ::rolls eyes:: So, I love my new bras. They are comfy and do the “perking” job as well as can be expected.
Even though I have really been trying to keep the money spending on clothing to a minimum I need to leave the house in something that doesn’t require me to pull it up every 3 minutes. (“Pants on the ground…pants on the ground…lookin’ like a fool with yo’ pants on the ground!!!...ummm…sorry…that just popped into my head) So, I shop the clearance racks like a mad woman.
The newest store I have frequented? American Eagle. A store I was convinced was made for 14 year old girls/guys. Or at least that’s what I told myself when I went in there with my friends and didn’t fit into anyting. (a double zero?!?! That’s really a size?!?!? Come on!) Now I’m shopping their clearance racks for some great deals! OH- and I’m not wearing the biggest size in the store either.
Here are some pics of me with one of my new shirts. And with my cat. (He just LOVES to get into these pictures.) I'm 18 weeks post-op today and 87lbs down. I'm happy where I am right now, but I'd love to lose about 30 more. We'll just have to wait and see... : )