Last night I had to buy my underwear for the wedding....... my outfit is gorgeous - a lace skirt with a sweet camisole top and darling jacket. So of course I needed a new bra & undies.
it is true to say (with my weight loss as well as the scar from my lump) that I am a little self conscious of showing all, to just anyone. So off I go to the underwear section to be 'fitted' by a trained fitter. Wandering around finding bras that 1. were the right colour 2. right size & 3. that I liked. With an armful of bras, I went into the changeroom and started trying them on.
What is it about those dressing rooms? I can't look THAT bad can I? and just where did those lumps, bumps and rolls come from? Honestly, you would think that the shops would put flattering mirrors and lighting in those rooms, to encourage women to stay and try more on. I couldn't get out fast enough... after trying on about 6 bras that all looked disgusting. Some I had bits hanging out the back, others I fell out of and one I looked like - ah well don't worry who, just not good. This all coming from a 12B - that is NOT huge.
Finally, I succummed and asked for help. I made a bee-line to a sales lady and asked if she could help me and she busy tidying up & said to ask some one else .... so I looked around and all I could see was some young, thin, tall thing & panicked. I turned around and said to *ms happy helper* that I would prefer someone older. As soon as it came out of my mouth, I realized that it was the wrong thing to say. She was so offended and said 'well, thanks very much'. So tears welled up in my eyes and I told her that I was very self conscious in front of young girls. Did I do wrong?
all I could keep doing was apologizing profusely......she gathered a few bras and after much trying & wriggling and all those other weird things us ladies do when trying bras on, I did eventually find a bra.....very pretty too, I must say