Mr. Mathnerd bought me some new bras from a store that's pricey, but has a wide range of sizes, including the one that fits me (small band, large cup). He ordered online and got the wrong size. No problem. I'll just go to the store and exchange them for the right size. This is not the Pink store, and I've never had a problem with them, so I didn't expect one this time.
So I go in, tell them that the cup size was wrong, but the band size was perfect. So the lady goes back and gets the bras in a different size, and then puts me in the fitting room and says "here's the 40G's". Ummmmmm, the bras I brought in were 36DDD's. I told you the band size was fine, just the cups were too small. WHY did you bring out 40's? Oh. I know, you took one look at me and assumed I didn't know what I was talking about. I'm fat. I get it. Really I do. But here's the thing. Actually, a few things. Even when I'm not overweight, my ribcage is proportionally tiny compared to my hips and shoulders. That weird proportion stays the same when I gain weight. Also, when I gain weight, I gain it in a weird way. My belly doesn't start until right above my belly button, and the space between my there and my ribs stays relatively flat. Also, Why would you bring out a bra that's FOUR INCHES bigger than the one I handed you when I told you the band size was fine?
I'm not really a "call corporate and complain" kind of person, but I'm seriously considering it. Basically she called me a fat pig who didn't know my own body. Thanks. Not how I wanted to start my week. Ugh.
After I spent ten minutes repeating myself, as she simply didn't want to get it through her thick skull that a 40 band was just not going to work, she finally brought out the size I asked for. I pretty much ran out of the fitting room in just my bra to say SEE! It fits! Bitch.
So I go in, tell them that the cup size was wrong, but the band size was perfect. So the lady goes back and gets the bras in a different size, and then puts me in the fitting room and says "here's the 40G's". Ummmmmm, the bras I brought in were 36DDD's. I told you the band size was fine, just the cups were too small. WHY did you bring out 40's? Oh. I know, you took one look at me and assumed I didn't know what I was talking about. I'm fat. I get it. Really I do. But here's the thing. Actually, a few things. Even when I'm not overweight, my ribcage is proportionally tiny compared to my hips and shoulders. That weird proportion stays the same when I gain weight. Also, when I gain weight, I gain it in a weird way. My belly doesn't start until right above my belly button, and the space between my there and my ribs stays relatively flat. Also, Why would you bring out a bra that's FOUR INCHES bigger than the one I handed you when I told you the band size was fine?
I'm not really a "call corporate and complain" kind of person, but I'm seriously considering it. Basically she called me a fat pig who didn't know my own body. Thanks. Not how I wanted to start my week. Ugh.
After I spent ten minutes repeating myself, as she simply didn't want to get it through her thick skull that a 40 band was just not going to work, she finally brought out the size I asked for. I pretty much ran out of the fitting room in just my bra to say SEE! It fits! Bitch.
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