Are you feeling good about yourself? Your confidence is up, there’s a little skip in your step and you’re really quite content.
Then please, under no circumstances, go shopping for these BASTARDS.
How to destroy a gal’s confidence with one quick swish of the tape measure.
And I tell you, it’s no longer a man’s world. The world is your oyster if you are packing less than 14B.
14 fucking B.
If you are bigger than 14B, do not go bra shopping. And if the lack of choice for those of us larger than 14B is not enough to send you into a cantankerous suicidal spiral, the joyful chirrups of glee from sales assistant about how fab-u-lous Berlei bras are will send you into a twilight zone that only this can save you from.
Swiss cotton in pink and red florals that had me weeping for joy in the craft department. Florals the size of my head.
Oh fabric gods, thank you.
If the fabric is not enough to get your happy levels back, then I recommend this
Are they channelling The Falling Joys or what?
and then there’s this. A boy from Port-land Or-e-gon.