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oh, technology. where would we be today without you? or should i say, where would our breasts be today without you? because the latest iphone app is strictly for the girls.
just in case you needed or wanted your cell phone to have the ability to measure your breast size, FITS is to the rescue. no more do you need an actual person to take actual measurements. the power to size yourself up is finally within reach!
all you have to do is take a picture of yourself and let the little robot living inside your phone—who moves in after you buy the app, of course—put his genius to work, computing mathematical formulas, measuring proportions, and taking moveability and comfort into account. or so you wish.
obviously, i’m skeptical about this latest feature. that one could discover her bra size just by the snap of a photo seems pretty bogus to me. but so does the story behind this hairbrained idea. apparently its creator had an “awkward” experience with a bra saleswoman. reads a quote on the site (verbatim): “while making my escape, i just couldn’t stop thinking about an app that would spare us, women, the need in these kinds of situations.”
well, if you think getting fitted for a bra is awkward, you can certainly rest assured that no one will be checking out the pics you take in an effort to size yourself. just where do all those pictures go, exactly? and why would you need to use this app more than once? and why would you want to put hard-working women like linda the bra lady out of a job?
these are the things you should take into account when deciding you need to use a digital application to determine your bra size.
finally us small girls get our due. recently the new york times published an article revealing our little secret: that we, in fact, don’t want to improve our assets.
obviously when i say “improve” what i mean is “enlarge”—by any means necessary. implants, padding—anything that could make our nubbins seem as large as the folks at companies like victoria’s secret are trying to brainwash us into believing is the standard look or size.
for someone to come along and champion women who have championed their small breasts, well it’s just nice to see a mammoth publication like the new york times—whose circulation spans the globe—speak out on behalf of all the little people. it just goes to show that i am not the only woman offended by the “choices” the lingerie department has on hand. that i am not the only female consumer who doesn’t want the products offered to me there. that i am not the only female who feels lost and angered in a sea of padded bras, shooting the death stare at each display/company who’s aim is to make me feel inadequate.
equally impressive is the list of boutiques they provide who specialize in our special size. we all know i’ve had issues finding the perfect fit, and with “specialty” stores like journelle, lula lu, and eve’s apples, i’ll be sure to indulge in lacey things for my girls in places where i’ll feel welcome, like i belong.
so ladies, awaken to the knowledge that you are not alone in the desire to be yourself, that our smaller chests are not seen as shortcomings. i mean, if the new york times is writing about it, then there’s got to be something there, right?
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ladies, i don’t have to tell you that breasts are tricky beasts. and there isn’t one way to tame them. we spend our entire lives trying to figure out how to live with our assets, how to feel most at ease even when we’ve strapped them down, how to go about our day-to-day lives without them getting in the way, how to deal with unwanted looks or gestures from our prey. every chest piece is different, and even though our moms probably tried to teach us all they knew from their own experience, when it comes to our lady lumps, it’s hard to graduate past boobs 101.
luckily there is linda the bra lady, who has spent the last 23 years sizing women’s breasts at her store, linda’s bra salon. after opening a lingerie store, the american cancer society reached out to her and asked if she’d take a week-long course to learn how to fit bras for prostheses and mastectomies since no one was doing so in her area. she conceded, and realized after taking the course that she had been wearing the wrong size bra: she was wearing a 32b, when really she was a 34a.
now i know i’m not the only one who has been told to get fitted. a while back, i met a girl who worked for a lingerie company who spoke of how many women wear the wrong size. i was intrigued, though my stubborn streak shone through. i told her i was pretty sure i was the right size, which i guess is the usual reaction. she promised she’d fit me if i went to her store. so i did. and she found that i was part of the small percentage of women out there who got it right.
but obviously i’m the minority. and there’s something to be said about not knowing your body well enough to know what’s the right size for you. “the wrong size bra is very uncomfortable,” says Linda. ”it’s the same as the wrong size shoes, and you know how much that hurts. women are walking around every day in the wrong size bras, sometimes their entire life.”
so ladies, do yourself a favor and go get sized. it could change the way you feel about yourself, and finding the right size will no doubt improve your body image. and if you find you are, in fact, wearing the right bra size, then you can bask in your own self-confidence and be proud that you really know your body.
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bras as art.
i’ve been thinking about doing something with bras in an artistic medium… this woman is certainly inspiring.
In a series called “Wallflowers”, artist Laura Jacobs made a series of bras decorated in different themes, often nautical ones.
The surreal circus-like atmosphere in which we live, make the bras of Laura Jacobs no less startling. Incorporating everything from crab claws and fish heads to antique glass and mother of pearl, their wall-borne, gravity-defying flight gives voice to the shapes that lie behind, concealed like soft pills of great potency…
We are here, you want to look at us. Breasts are symbols of — and vehicles for — power.. Like the twinned temples of Angkor Wat or any ancient shrine, Jacobs has made temples to befit them, define them and sometimes hold them, in ridicule.
There are more at the link.
let’s face it. breast cancer is some serious business. and while there is no cure, day after day we hear amazing stories of defeat, of women who took their lives by the horns and faught the bastard to the teeth. reclaiming themselves. reclaiming their bodies.
to help celebrate these women, a few women’s lingerie websites have banded together to form the breast alliance to support breast cancer related charities and recognize those who have been impacted by the disease. one of the websites involved, allplussizebras.com, is holding a “reach your goal” contest to help a susan g. komen for the cure 3 day participant reach their fund-raising goal by pledging to donate $250 to one worthy candidate.
think it should be you or someone you know? just register here and express exactly why you or friend(s) deserve the special donation. you have until the last day of august to enter and the lucky winner will be announced on october 1, 2010.
so help out your lady friends and chest pieces everywhere. no feeling can compare to doing something selfless, and you will no doubt be sincerely thanked. it’s a win-win situation.
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meet kim kardashian. kim kardashian has big breasts. but you know this. because she flaunts them about on her reality tv show, keeping up with the kardashians. because they take center stage in her spreads in magazines.
we all know that kim’s lady lumps balance out all that junk in her trunk, so why does allure feel the need to add to her overabundance by having her pose in a padded bra for the september 2010 cover?
perhaps they were afraid a nipple would poke through, and we can’t have that, now can we?
i second that emotion
Like, woah. The bra sizes are huge.
No we don’t.
in case you didn’t know, i’m a huffpo girl. i get its daily brief sent to my inbox daily, a trusted source for news but one that also knows how to partake in gossip without really hurting anyone’s feelings. so when i came across this little diddy, i just had to share.
it seems somebody at huffington post had titties on the brain, digging deep into the video archives to locate victoria’s secret very first fashion show. a far cry from today’s over-the-top displays of the barely clothed waifs sauntering down the runway in jewel-encrusted skivvies, one thing is certain: ms. vicky has been branding big breasts from the get-go. fifteen years later, the familiar padded bra can still be found in stores, empowering women by making their bosoms appear larger, their cleavage deeper, selling a false sense of self as well as false advertisements by the millions.
so thank you, vs, for always sticking to your guns. at least no one can call you a hypocrite.
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no, really. forget my jerry seinfeld joke and think about this for a second—or two. why are women constantly trying to pretend they don’t exist? the thing is, women don’t even realize that they like to pretend they don’t exist, but they assume the role every time they purchase a padded bra—and i’m willing to bet that most women choose padding over lace about 95% of the time.
recently france’s first lady, former model carla bruni-sarkozy, was put under scrutiny for looking fabulous in a form-fitting teal dress at the elysee palace. was she NOT wearing a bra!? i see nipples! GASP! stop the world. hold the phones. we’ve got nipples on view. repeat: we’ve got nipples on view. WHO THE FUCK CARES? homegirl looks hot, per usual, and journalists have nothing better to do than point out what’s pointing out? that’s some real great reporting there. what school did you graduate from?
it’s because of juvenile media obsessions like this that women in the real world can’t embrace their own nipples. i walk down the crowded streets of new york and see the same size and the same shapes bouncing before me on my fellow females’ chests. perfectly rounded bosoms here, there, everywhere. not a sign of a nipple in sight. why? because somewhere someone thought it’d be a grand idea to subliminally tell women that having an erect nipple poke through a shirt/blouse/dress in public was something to be ashamed of.
don’t believe me? walk into a department store—ANY department store—and visit the lingerie section. walk around and find your favorite style(s). now that you’ve got that out of the way, take a mental inventory of the styles available to consumers. how many racks are there in the store? how many of these racks display padded bras? how many styles (*not racks) of bras can you spot that are not padded (or lined)? my guess is that you’ll be able to count the amount of unpadded styles on your hand(s). but i’m sure there will be quite a noticeable difference.
so what kind of bra did you pick out for yourself? was it padded? if so, why did you gravitate toward this particular style? tuff titties wants to know what drives your decision in picking out your breasts second skin.
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