When I was 16 I went to M&S to get my bra fitted for the first time. It was a revelation, being able to run without giving myself a black eye, wearing tight tops without looking like a four-boobed alien and without them falling out everytime I leaned forward. As I’ve got older you’d think that I would maintain that, wouldn’t you? But the truth is, my dress size and shape haven’t changed that much in the intervening nineteen years, I was measured when pregnant, and that was it. How silly is that? How can I expect my clothes to look good if the scaffolding is all wrong? 75-85% of women wear the wrong size bra, this can cause problems with your back and shoulders, headaches as well as damage to the breast tissue. Not very sexy.
I watch my 7 year old son building lego and stress to him how important it is that all the pieces fit together and are secure, I figured it was time I took my own advice and held an audit of my underwear drawer. The results were more than a little embarrassing, and not just because of the amount of hole-riddled, greying, ill-fitting knickers that were taking up vital space.
So, I was brutal. Out went anything that didn’t fit, was ugly, was holey or had changed colour. It was quite liberating, and scary to see how few adequate undergarments I owned. Now, as much as I would love to shop at places like Figleaves, or Myla (ooh, the prettiness) I can’t afford to spend that sort of money, let alone on something that isn’t visible. So I stick to good old Marks & Spencer for everything from bras to pants to tights. I have just been to the M&S sale in town and refilled my drawers drawer. It was great, lots of pants for £1, but, more importantly, bra’s. I made sure I tried them on before leaving the shop. All of them. and the difference is shocking. I feel cleaner, why, oh why do I insist on keeping undies that are 10 years old? I wouldn’t keep a top that is that old, full of holes, saggy and mishapen! I feel more comfortable and my clothes look better. It’s a revelation.
Now, don’t worry, I am not going to inflict photographs of me in my underwear on you. No-one needs to see that. But, my point is, that we underestimate the importance of good underwear. You can’t skimp (geddit) on it. It must fit, it must be comfortable, and it must look good under your clothes. If you aren’t sure whether you are wearing the correct sized bra, try taking this quiz from Panache in the first instance. Or pop into a local shop, most lingerie stores offer a fitting service, as well as shops like M&S and Debenhams. So, no excuse! Get ’em measured, out with the old, in with the new!
Do you get measured regularly?
Ok, I admit that I am pretty dull. I cannot be separated from my Baxters. When I shuffle off this mortal coil I expect to be buried wearing them. My love for them runs deep, but, since there was a faint whiff of spring in the air and I felt like cheering people up I decided to wear something nice and bright. That’s where the jacket comes in. It was in the H&M sale for a fiver, this is probably the closest I can get to it, and I love it. Worn with a fairly neutral top (H&M again) it just puts a spring in my step and a smile on my face. Especially now I’ve dyed my hair dark brown. Boots are my lovely Blowfish Moody’s, I can walk for miles in these. The scarf has been on and off all day, and was a fiver from Amazon. All in all, a bright, cheerful outfit in which to greet the daffodils and returning birds.
Until next time, happy fabulizing, peeps!