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I went to be measured for a bra today. My genuine intention was just to get the correct measurement and then buy it on Monday when the money goes into my account. At present I only have 1 bra and it quite obviously doesn't fit me any more - it causes quite a bit of discomfort after a few hours.
Mum came with me, for company really, and ended up buying the bra for me. That was lovely of her of course, but the real happiness comes from knowing my current size correctly, and knowing I have one that fits. My breasts are back in the right place again now!
Oh and the lady who fitted it was miles fatter than me, so I felt utterly un-selfconscious standing before her in trousers and bra. I know it shouldn't make a difference, but it was a good feeling anyway.
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