fashion

Looking back at my relationship with bras, one memory that's cemented in my mind is watching my friends go into New Look to buy a "Me-to-You" teddy-themed bra (which now feels like quite a rogue choice) and knowing that nothing on those rails would ever work for me. From my early teenage years, I was aware that my bra size wasn't the most accessible. While my friends could go to high street stores and raid the rails until their hearts were content, I was pushed aside to more specialised shops aka the only places that stocked my fuller size. I was measured once (though I barely remember it), and then, for the next decade, I'd just make vague guesses at my size and watch the cup letter creep further up the alphabet. Growing up amid the era of the boob job boom, big breasts were considered...