Posted by: pinkjellybaby on: November 9, 2009
(some facts may have been disguised to protect my identity save my dignity save me from further embarrassment)
So, on Friday, as well as other things, I decided that I simply must head up to Regent Street and pop in on the lovely Bravissimo ladies and get my self properly checked out – by which I mean measured (and embarrassed). After asking for an appointment and getting a swift once over from on of them to decide if my ladies were big enough to be in the shop in the first place…we got going….
Bravissimo Lady: “What size do you wear at the moment?
PJB: “Well, a 34 oranges. Although I think I need a smaller back but a 32 seems too tight.”
BL: “Just from looking at you, you’re a lot bigger than oranges. I’d say cantaloupe melons.”
PJB: *horrified*
“CANTALOUPES?!? No way”
BL: “You’re definitely a 32…possibly a 30…and I think cantaloupes or BIG cantaloupes”
PJB: “But they don’t look that big, they just look like oranges or even apples.”
BL: “You’d be surprised, let me go and get you some to try on.”
And after having to actually get them out in front of her (yes boys, really! I’m so glad I still have a bit of a tan!!)…well, I hate to say it but she was right. I am in fact a 32 BIG cantaloupes…how wrong can you be?!
(I must say though, I’m impressed that she didn’t even need to measure, she just KNEW)
They can no longer just be boobs, or breasts, or tits…no, it’s in a whole other league. Although not big enough to have their own solar system, they’re just bigger than I’d like… I was fond of my oranges, or what I thought were oranges.
I mean, perhaps I wouldn’t mind as much if they actually looked the size they are, but they don’t…it’s just an annoyance when trying to buy bras now, it’s not like I suddenly have glamour model worthy boobs.
So, I now have in my possession, two hugely unsexy objects that are supposed to be bras. More like hats for conjoined twins….which, I suppose is what I have.
ummmm I don’t see ANY problems with that, sexy…
Well… then again… I’m a boobs man… ![]()
Look at the bright side… imagine how many women would LOVE to have cantaloupes?!?!?!?!
xxx
My friend just got measured and she thought she was a C/D and she’s actually an F. Mine are twice the size of hers and I thought I was a D. God knows what I actually am! Although I think people with a small back size often have bigger cup sizes coz it’s all relative.
ummm… u sure they don’t?!?!?!?
(need photographic evidence… maybe for saucy friday?!?!?)
LOL
I’m always amazed at how little people know about their boobs… My Ex went through exactly the same thing and went ballistic when she went up 2 sizes… I think the question should be “What made you think you were the size you were in the first place?” because 9 times out of 10 you’re always wrong
Saddest thing is, you could prob head over to Rigby and Peller and they’d tell you something else
hehe
that’s why I gave the idea on a monday… so you can prepare yourself for a whole week and get used to it before friday…
LOL
PS: Have I made you blush yet?!?!?!
damn!!! will have to try harder then… LOL!!
HEY!!! Would you like to model for a photography book I’m working on?!?!?!
Project is called O”ne Step on the Wild Side”!!!
you tell me… the pics only go as wild as you will…
The idea is to take what YOU would consider the “wild pinkjellybaby” and transforming it into pictures… ![]()
some samples… http://urbanvox.net/image/?p=410
never mind the site… not ready yet… still working on it…
ummm… I don’t think you’d need to wait that long…
plus the shots are a hell of a selfestim booster… (none of the people in the page are professional models)
but again…
u are the boss!!!
xxx
Given what you’ve just posted about i hope one of your new over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders is a sports bra for all this running?
LOL!!!!
Absolutely hopeless!!!!
xxx
I’m not looking for supermodel bodies for the book…
I find the run-off-the-mill, normal, REALISTIC body much sexier than the holywood/page3/barbie physique…
But I find the old concepts of beauty much more attractive than the plastic filled ones people think are sexy now-a-days…
I’m just weird like that…
That’s why…
Welcome to my world
Actually, that reminds me, need to get remeasured soon.
I think my cantaloupes are more like oranges, too. Except most other people think they’re BIG cantaloupes. It’s just a weird system that I think my boobs are smaller than the actually are…
Wow. I would kind of love the idea of having big boobs but I think they might look a bit out of proportion on me unfortunately.
Depending on my bra and what I’m wearing and what time of the month it is, some days I feel like mine are more like oranges and some days, I feel like they’re more like cantaloupes. So they’re like… seasonal. lol
You’re very brave for getting measured though. I’ve NEVER been measured. It just seems like a highly awkward experience.
ok, I’m done fanning myself. All this boob talk is making it warm in here.
I’m afraid I have apples you lucky girl!
You are so lucky though, I still struggle with my bra and wish I could get em properly checked.
Boyfriend just said I had pears as boobies, not sure if that is good.
Urgh i know this so well, I went to get measure recently and went from a 34B to a 32DD, and the bra’s are horrible. Although im still not sure how the chest to cup size works, a DD still seems pretty small to me…
Responding to your twit:
“my my…don’t you all like talking about boobs! http://bit.ly/fsjsi (blog post)”
Yup… they are my favourite subject!!!”
LOL!!!
I mean… they are my favourite subject right now… I am in a boobs mood… tomorrow who knows…
hehehe
Bet you’re looking well skinny now that you’ve got your boobs in the right bra, though. It’s amazing the difference that it makes
Hmm im another fraidy that wont go to get measured. I was measured at 13 for my first real bra and since then i have kind of self- diagnosed my size. i think i am small coconuts allready. But i dont want to find out im Large watermellon or something!
Ah, as long as you’ve got a nice bra that doesn’t make you scream and/or bleed, it’s ok.
What I like about Bravissimo is that they don’t tape measure you, they fit you according to which bra you want.
Unlike the harridans at bloody Rigby and Peller, who made me cry aged 15 and sent me home with a bra that looked like dinner plates, that even my gran wouldn’t be seen dead in.
November 9, 2009 at 08:55
I really need to go and get measured but I’m too afraid of the results. I think I may have watermelons