I like to keep it positive on this blog, but sometimes I just have to be real. Real talk, I hate bras. Hands down my least favorite item of clothing.They’re uncomfortable, they never fit right, they’re expensive as all get out, in short, they’re the worst.

Ever since my first bra in middle school I’ve been searching for that mythical creature, a bra that fits. I’ve had a few close encounters, but something was always off.

As a teen my mom would take me to a discount store to try some on. One was too tight, one had cups that gapped, one had straps that somehow managed to dig in and slide off. When I complained to my Mom she sighed and told me the harsh truth. No bra is going to fit perfectly, so just pick the one that’s the least annoying. Disillusioned by my entry into womanhood I chose the one with the annoying straps.

As I got older and had my own money to spend, I figured that the problem must be that I was buying cheap bras. Aha! If I just spent more money I’d surely find a bra that fit. I walked into the closest overly perfumed Victoria’s Secret and got to shopping. What did I find? The exact same ill-fitting bras only more expensive and with more lace.