best day

Today on my lunch break I went to Nordstrom to get fitted for a bra.  I have never done this, even though I'm a grown-ass woman and I've seen the Oprah about you really have to because you're definitely not wearing the right size and you OWE it to yourself to be comfortable AND look great. Plus Tim Gunn has been on about it for years.

Here is the thing: I honestly don't feel bad or embarrassed about having small boobs. Even so, the idea of being gently guided into the Juniors section ("We have some very sophisticated items in this department now") bummed me out. I was anticipating being told that I couldn't shop at the big girl store.

But guess what?  I actually needed a cup size bigger than what I've been wearing--which is two cup sizes bigger than what I thought I was going to get.  I was so delighted that I had to stop myself from buying every bra in the store.

Afterwards I called R. 

"Guess WHAT? I'm a B-cup!"
"Huh?"
"A B-CUP!! I got fitted for a bra and my boobs are really big."*
". . . . Okay."
"This is the best day of my life and I wanted to share it with you!"





*I know a B-cup is not really big.  But it is really big compared to AA-cup, you must admit.