Read on to find out how I know all these women have saggy boobs
Stupid Victoria's Secret. All I wanted was a nice bra that fit and didn't have any underwire... and they couldn't get that right at all.
You know how I keep yammering on about exercise and yoga and shit? Well, I've also been working out to be a lean, mean, sexy machine [login required] and over the past several weeks I've reduced the number of bras I own that "fit" me (at least good enough to work properly) from 13 to 5... and 3 of those are sports bras that I never need or want to wear. Hence, the need to visit V.S., get sized and finally be in bras that fit me again!
So, down to the closest one I go, which means down to the Plaza. I walk in and tell the chick behind the counter I want to be sized. She sluffs me off on the other girl working and we walk back to the dimly lit dressing room area. After having me hold out my arms like Jeanie, she proceeds to measure me... too lowly around the torso because she is scared of touching my tits for some reason. As if I didn't know what was involved in this process when I asked for it. Then she measures around my boobs, and told me I had lost 4 inches around my torso and a whole freaking cup size (booo).
I know I've lost a lot of weight, and I'll accept that I'm now back to a B cup but there is no way 4 inches have come off my torso. My ribs are too broad around for that - I know, I've measured myself at home. So I decide I'll try something larger probably and get ready to go wander around when she shoves a box of bras at me and says that all the styles I need are in there. She told me to try them on and then she'd get what I wanted.
So, this is my second WTF moment now. The whole fun of going to this stupid store in the first place is seeing all the pretty underwear. And now they're trying to keep me from browsing my sticking me with a box of all black bras? I decide to try them on anyway to see if I can find a style I like, though I have no intention of letting her fetch me a bra because I fucking want to pick the one I want, dammit.
I step into the dressing room and pull out the bras to look at them. Not a single one of them is without padding - which I don't need or want. My tits are perky and perfect and padding is just super uncomfortable. Second, none of them are without wire under the cup. Also something I neither need or want. Apparently, V.S. now only makes bras for saggy-boobed women - oh and when I tried them on neither the cup size or the torso band fit! My tits were popping out the back and I could barely fasten the strap. At first I thought it was just one, but it happened the same for the next two.
I gave up on the stupid box bras after that, scooted out the dressing room and into the store to browse like I wanted to do origionally. I see one bra that I would possibly wear just cuz it was so cute, but otherwise it seems that they've completely done away with the many various styles they used to have. And, unlike back in the day, absolutely nothing is without wire.
So I'm on my way out when the first chick waylays me and I tell her that I don't want anything with wire AND that the 32 doesn't fit me. She consults with bimbo #2 and they decide that a 34 A bra is exactly what I need. Now, I don't know about you, but going down another fucking cup size doesn't seem like a problem-solver to me. PLUS, V.S.'s A cup bras are always ugly and made out of t-shirt material or made to look like a sports bra, which I hate.
So Victoria's Secret, you failed on service, failed on product, and failed at keeping a customer. When did they start sucking this hard? V.S. used to be the only place I could buy a bra I liked!
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