So today I met my book club friend, Allyson for lunch over by Fashion Place mall. We always meet at Red Robin and have our specially made Cobb Salads. It is delicious and great that she takes time to foster friendships with me. We were right by Fashion Place mall so after we parted, I went over to Dillards.
I've been wanting to make it over to Dillards for some bras. Two years ago, I found they carry a brand of bras I really like...and actually, they have a pretty decent clothing section. So I wandered in and made my way to the clothes first. They were having a big sale and it just so happens, I need a summery dress for a wedding I am going to in August. I found about 8 dresses to try on. After trying them all on, I settled for a cute patterned dress made of knit. It has a cross detail at the neck, short sleeves, and was below my knees which was my criteria. The problem is the beach ball belly. But I had a solution, I'll get me a "proper foundation" while I am getting bras. So I made my way down to the bra department.
I bet they have 3,000 bras there. Luckily I knew the brand I liked and I was pretty sure my size. I picked up 2 different sizes of body shapers to try on. The store was hot and I started to sweat. None of this made getting the damn bras done up in back easy. I just could not make them do up. So I pushed the little button in the fitting room for someone to come help me. A few minutes later, the bra specialist came in to help me. She hooked me up and explained that new bras are stiff and difficult to do up when they are new. She went to get me a few more bras to see if I like them. I thought "This is why I come here. I want someone else searching for the right bra for me." Well Miss Fitter was not shy. Several times, a quick knock on the door as she barged in was the only warning I received. Unhook the bra and out flop the girls. I was very thankful she didn't grab them herself to place them in the tourturous elastic, padding, and spandex contraptions better known as a bra. I continued to sweat more. I admit, I sent her out for one more size so I could sit down a minute.
This is when I decided to try on the body shaper. It was a one piece body shaper. So you pull it on like a one piece swim suit and it has a bra in it so you pull it up and put the straps on your shoulders. I stepped in with great determination but it got to my thighs and began giving me resistance. My arms were already tired from carrying dresses and contortion practice hooking up bras. But I so want that dress to look smoother in my tummy region. So I kept tugging and pulling and twisting and jumping. Then I realized, there is no way this damn thing is going on my body. And if I did get it on, where would all the....."stuff"....go? Surely it would pop out the top and I just might choke on the new chin my body shaper creates when the tummy "stuff" comes out the top above my breasts. I shiver to think what the back would look like. Seriously. My head would probably pop off like a ripe blueberry. Luckily, I was able to get it off before Ms Fitter came barging in with more bras. She asked me how the shaper was and I told her that unfortunately, it would not go over my butt. She smiled very sweetly and said "Well you are certainly good about it." Umm....what choice do I have?
I did get two bras today but they were not on sale dang it. But I needed them. What I didn't come prepared for is the immediate realization that I am a big girl and clothes that are made for big girls are made by skinny people in a foreign country that can't even imagine how big big girls are in America. We don't need arm holes bigger than dinner plates and if we need that big of bra, why not make sure it doesn't squish out back fat and underarm boobs? And if we are shopping for a shaper in that size, you just might want to consider making the damn thing so a girl that needs a shaper that size can get into it!!
I'm going to do some online shopping with some companies that understand the "proper foundations" for big girl American women!!
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