At a popular lingerie store, I asked for assistance in the general vicinity of another young lady and the gentleman accompanying her. I pointed out the style I’d like and told the salesperson my size- a 32DD. The young man, at this point, turned and walk towards me and stated, “No, you’re not a DD. Those are too small to be that size. You’re a C or something.” Ah… A “C or something”. The salesperson and I were momentarily flummoxed, but I reiterated my size to her. He seemed to feel offended ay my choice to ignore his suggestion and he continued, “Listen, baby, you’re not a DD. And you don’t want that, it doesn’t have any padding. You want something to push your boobs up and make them look bigger.” At that point, he reaches toward my chest and- hands inches from my breasts- motions to indicate just what he means by “push your boobs up”.

At this invasion of my personal space, my privacy, and so much more, I told him to get his hands away from me and kindly shove off. He called me a psycho bitch before his girlfriend dragged him away, mortified… over my behavior.

The bra fits fine. Who'da thunk? Measurements, a professional, and my level of intimacy with my own breasts were more accurate than his mansplaining!