I always knew I wanted to be a “C.” As far back as I can remember, it seemed like The Perfect Size. (It just sounds nice, doesn’t it?) So before I underwent a breast reduction, I neurotically told my surgeon that I wanted to be a “C.” I told him in his office, on the phone the evening before the surgery, and even as I was being wheeled into the operating room. When the anesthesia wore off, he woke me up by saying, “You’re a perfect C.” I was elated.
Happy with my new boobs, I bought myself a ton of bras in a 36C. I never bothered to get fitted or anything—I figured this size covered my boobs, and that was enough.
A couple of years went by, and I was still wearing most of the bras I bought in the months following my surgery. (I know, I know—you’re supposed to replace your bras about every three to six months. I was lazy.) I noticed that my bras’ molded cups no longer held their shape; the straps were frayed around the edges; and the band sat very high on my back. (Actually, my 36C bra bands always sat pretty high in the back, but they got worse over time.)
So I went to see Linda the Bra Lady. The famed Manhattan boutique is known for its service, so when the saleswoman offered to measure me before selecting some bras, I obliged.
“You’re a 32DD,” said the saleswoman, matter-of-factly, winding up her tape measure.
The blood drained from my face. A lump rose in my throat. Panic took over.
“But…Dr. P…made me a C…That can’t…” I don’t think one coherent thought came out of my mouth. My boobs aren’t that big anymore. I got a reduction so that I could be comfortable with the knowledge that I was a C. A double-D?! Impossible.
She brought out a number of bras in 32DD, and much to my horror, each fit like a glove. I’d never felt so supported and comfortable in a bra. My boobs were lifted, separated and felt weightless.
Still, feeling stupid and misled, I wanted to call my surgeon and throw a tantrum (and possibly demand a refund), but I called Linda Becker—as in Linda the Bra Lady—first.
“Each surgeon has a vision of what a C is,” said Becker. “But they don’t know how bras are sized. He did make you a C—he gave you the cup size of a 36C, even though your band size is smaller. So many surgeons assume women have a 36 band size—I don’t know why.”
“Hold up,” I said: if the doctor did indeed give me the cup size of a 36C, then how come the salesgirl told me I was a 32DD—and it fit? I was thoroughly confused.
“Well, both bras’ cup sizes are essentially the same,” she said. “The bigger the band size, the smaller the cup size is. The smaller the band size, the bigger the cup size is.”
Using this logic, she explained how three women with three different band sizes can essentially have the same size boobs—just not the same size bras.
“A 36C has the same cup size as a 34D, which is the same cup size as a 32DD.” And the same size breasts on a 30 band size? You guessed it: A 30DDD.
This blew my mind. “So since I wanted to be a C, should I have asked for a 32C, then?” YES!
(Bra featured above has been a favorite for my 32DD’s, the Chantelle Essensia Bra)
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