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6 Tips for Bra Shopping When You Have Big Boobs


Anyone who’s had to shop for DDD+ bras can attest: If your cups runneth over, so to speak, it’s can be harder to find a style that fits your needs—whether that means having support, wanting to show off cleavage, or simply feeling comfortable. Many brands don’t accommodate cup sizes in the E, F, G, and H range; and variety is lacking when it comes to fashion-forward styles. (Let’s see some variety with lace, color, and design value, yeah?) Rather than accept defeat, you deserve a good—no, great!—bra that can meet all of your demands.

You already know the importance of a professional fitting, of building a bra wardrobe of a few key styles, and of being open to investing a little bit more in your underwear drawer to get what you need out of it. But what about the little construction details in your bra that make all the difference, or recognizing the tell-tale signs of when your band has been overworn? Glamour went to the lingerie experts for more detailed advice to aid large-breasted shoppers with their bra shopping endeavors. Check out what the experts—Margaret Quinn, Marketing Manager for Addition Elle; Ra’el Cohen, Head of Design at ThirdLove; Jessica Pfister, Vice President of Le Mystère; Lyn Lewis, CEO of Journelle; Dawn Kenney, National Consultant Manager for Wacoal; Helene Morris, designer of Lonely; and Willy Mrasek, Creative Director of the Felina Group—had to say.

Accept that you’re likely wearing the wrong size. It’s incredibly common for folks to be buying and wearing the wrong bra size—and, if you have large breasts, experts say it’s usually because you’re trying to squeeze into a bra that’s too small or not supportive enough. (Kenney and Lewis both say that the majority of busty shoppers buy a bra in too big of a band size and too small of a cup size.) A few of the tell-tale signs: bra straps that are constantly falling, underwires that dig into your boob, cups that gape… If any or all of those feel all too familiar, Lewis suggests finding a “sister size” to the one you’ve already been wearing—you’ll come across many guides to landing on that magic number online.

Really pay attention to the band. Lewis notes that eighty percent of support comes from the band to support the weight of the bust. It should fit evenly from front to back and not move or shift when you raise your arms, and should lay flat across your back without rising up (if it does, that means it’s too big, since the weight of the breasts is pulling it up). Wear your bra on the loosest hook, so that when the band stretches out over time you can get more wear out of it by simply tightening. (Per Cohen, you’ll know you’re wearing the right band size when you can slip two fingers underneath the back of it.)

Know what a proper fit feels like. The cups should always fit smoothly across the breasts, without gaping, overflow, or digging into the tissue. (If there is any bulging, “the cup is too small or your straps are too tight,” notes Pfister.) The gore—aka. the piece of material between the two cups—should lay flat on your chest, hitting at the center chest bone, while the underwire should follow the perimeter of the breast tissue and rest on the ribcage. The straps should never slip (you should only be able to fit two fingers under it, says Pfister) or dig into your shoulders (they’re not the ones providing the support, after all—that’s what the band is there for).

Swap out bras on a semi-regular basis. Experts agree that, on average, you should buy a new bra every six months. Like your favorite shoes, they wear out and stretch out with frequent use, explains Pfister, adding that clear signs a bra has run its course include slipping straps, a “double bubble” at the cup, frayed edges, exposed underwires, and, of course, not getting as much lift as you once did. To get the most use out of your bra, you’ll want to maintain a whole lingerie wardrobe: Because fibers need enough time to rest and pull back after every wear to maintain functionality, it’s recommended to alternate between bras. (Cohen recommends having at least three in regular rotation.)

Consider your breast shape. When shopping for a new bra, Lewis says it’s important to think about not only the size of your bust, but also the shape of your breasts. If your boobs are teardrop-shaped, for instance, a demi or balconette style might offer you a good fit; if they’re round, a plunge or triangular-shaped silhouette might feel more supportive, as it pulls the breast tissue in on the sides. If you have a full bust, unlined bras are typically the most comfortable as they “round out the shape of the breast and have a flattening effect,” according to Lewis. Here’s a helpful breakdown of some of the different breast types.

Think about fabrics. It’s a myth that heavy, industrial-feeling bras are the only supportive lingerie option when you have big boobs. Brands are finally (finally!) experimenting with a range of fabrics, like lace and mesh, that don’t sacrifice comfort or structure for larger busts. The secret is making sure that the bra, regardless of what it’s made of, provides good wing support—in other words, that the fabric panels on the sides of the bra (the ones that connect the cups to the clasp in the back) are strong and well-designed, so that they can hold up a larger bust. Other design considerations to look for include: underwire or padded cups to add shape and definition; side boning to stabilize the band; interior slings to help with projection and natural shaping; and padded straps to manage the volume of a larger cup and offer a comfortable lift.

Ahead, we lay out the expert’s tips on a range of bra types for various wants and needs.



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We're Teaming Up with a Bra Company (and Lyft!) to Raise Money for Girls' Education


Harper Wilde launched in June 2017 with the goal of creating less expensive, less overtly sexualized bras. The Girl Project is the brand’s founding social impact partner.

When Harper Wilde launched last summer, founders Jane Fisher and Jenna Kerner spent almost as much time vetting a social impact partner as they did building their company. They’re committed to building a better bra—but their real mission is to empower women and girls everywhere.

That’s how Harper Wilde’s partnership with Glamour‘s The Girl Project was born. It’s called Lift Up the Ladies, which is also Harper Wilde’s company mantra. Through regular donations and partnerships with The Girl Project, Harper Wilde is helping give girls in more than 120 countries access the tools they need to get an education.

And today, on the International Day of the Girl, Harper Wilde is teaming up with Lyft for a new campaign: #LyftUpTheLadies. (Because who could resist that wordplay?) Between Lyft LA and Lyft NYC, the company has committed to a donation for each ride taken using the code LYFTTHELADIES. To encourage women—and men!—to ride with Lyft, Harper Wilde is surprising 10 random people in each NYC and LA with free bras for a year. To participate, enter the code when you book a ride with Lyft on Wednesday, October 11th, International Day of the Girl.



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What It's Really Like to Bra Shop After a Double Mastectomy


Four months after having a double mastectomy because I tested positive for the BRCA gene, I was going to take my new boobs out and buy them presents. I was a new woman, liberated and braless. My new boobies were built behind my pectoral muscles, so they looked cute and perky at all times. I am braless as you are reading this, and I haven’t worn one all week. I repeat: I never have to wear a bra.

Before my surgery, the last time I had gone anywhere without a bra, I was seven and was obsessed with giving my Barbies supershort haircuts. When my boobs came in, there was no way they could be untethered. So this bra-free sensation was something of a revelation to me.

I love not wearing a bra! But sometimes I miss the girlie ritual, and after I healed, I wanted to buy me some hotsy-totsy bras.

Victoria’s Secret has always been intimidating to me. It’s like the cool girls’ table, and I was an outsider. Sure, I wore bras, but they weren’t fun and trendy. They had to be specially ordered online from London, because they were the only ones that offered bras for narrow backs with huge cups. I had cute bras with ample amounts of sexy lace, but it was much harder to hunt them down, and they weren’t cheap. I accepted it, with bitter acceptance, like never getting a seat at the cool girls’ table.

This time, it was different. Maybe I could be part of the club of infamous sexy angels, running around and laughing in yoga pants? The doors were open to me now, and the overpriced thongs weren’t the only thing I could purchase.

I walked in and smelled the supersweet perfume I knew well. I touched every piece of satin like I did when I was little. But now I actually had the money and the power to buy whatever unrealistic piece I wanted. I looked at the shiny neon-orange-lace demi-cups with matching garter belts, touching them, lovingly aware that finally, I was one of the average-size masses, picking out an average-size bra.

A woman in all black immediately approached me. “Hi! Can I help you?” Without waiting for an answer, she began flipping through stacks of bras as she proclaimed, ever so casually, “You’re probably 32D.”

A 32D? Did she just say I was a 32D? Oh, no, she didn’t just try to take away my hard-earned C. Not happening. I didn’t just go through two surgeries and twenty-nine pints of recovery ice cream to be called a D! I had an average C-cup, lady, and the hospital bills to prove it.

“Nope. That is incorrect,” I informed her with a surprisingly serious expression, and I marched upstairs to the dressing rooms with bras I chose on my own. High and mighty on my own determination, I stood in line for a curtained hot-pink room to try on my new bras. I could hardly wait, and I wasn’t going to let that oblivious woman ruin my outing. Finally, a dressing room opened up, and I entered it, ready for my transformation. And then . . .

As if no time had passed, as if I were still that teenage girl with an ill-proportioned body and G-sized boobs that couldn’t be properly contained with any bras made in America, I couldn’t find a bra that fit. I tried on eighteen bras! This was not supposed to happen! I designed my perfect breasts, and I had the scars to show for it. How could it still be this difficult to find a bra that fits?

My boobs were finally average, normal, run-of-the-mill. They were not deluxe or designer; they were off-the-rack, everyday boobies, and I just wanted a pretty bra to wear over them! Victoria, you are still so high maintenance!

I tried on all eighteen again. One bra had a cup that would cut in too much under my implant. One bra gaped too much in the front. One bra was padded and made me look like I had a huge underboob. One had a cup that was too long and went up under my armpit, and another was too small and pinched where my nipples would be if I had them.

Something wasn’t right here. This was supposed to my own little infomercial moment. Where was my “After” reveal celebration? Where was the confetti cannon? I finally asked for help.

I’d been sitting in the dressing room regrouping (read: sweating and tired) when I heard a very nice sales associate outside my curtain, trying to help a family of Italian tourists, a woman who was really pissed the hip-hugger panty in large wasn’t on sale, and a very overwhelmed man nervously shopping for his girlfriend. She was sweet to each one of them, and I thought she might be kind to me, too. I flagged her down and explained my whole saga. I told her about my surgeries and comforted her when she told me about her aunt’s diagnosis.

Her name was Christina, and I was right: She was one of the kindest people in the world. She asked helpful questions and gave me as much time as I needed. We looked for a bra that wasn’t too tight, eliminating all underwire bras because there was no need for a supportive band, though I could buy one with an underwire and cut the wire out of the cups, so there would be no risk of getting poked by a rogue wire and not being able to feel it. We didn’t want a cup that was too small and would cut into my implant or possibly rub me during the day. We also ruled out anything that was overly structured—I would need a soft cup shape that could gently mold to my body.

In the end, we picked a very comfortable T-shirt bra. This bra rested gently on my chest without any pulling or gaping. She totally understood when I told her, “Think more ‘picture frame’ and less ‘pulley system.’”

As I tried on a new batch of bras, Christina would run back and check on me while she tended to the other shoppers and tried to aid the man with the girlfriend who was clearly relying on lingerie to save his relationship. She made me feel special and completely ordinary at the same time, which was exactly what I wanted. When it was all over, I took a few selfies and sent them to my mom, to share the exciting news.

Even with perfect woman-made boobies, the whole process took about an hour. I was ready to hand over my credit card like a trust-fund kid with a solid 401k, but the checkout line was filled with Swedish tourists and I started to get a perfume headache. So I did what all savvy women do: I went back home and ordered the bras online with a promo code.

The bra-shopping experience was just as frustrating as it ever was. As if I never had the surgery, as if my body was like it had always been. But you know what?! It also felt wonderful! I had gone through all of this surgery convinced that I would be a different woman afterward, and I wasn’t;

I was still me. Everything was just like it always was and totally different, too. It felt good.

Excerpted from Dangerous Boobies: Breaking Up with My Time-Bomb Breasts by Caitlin Brodnick (Seal Press, September 12). Brodnick is the blogger behind Glamour’s award-winning Screw You, Cancer video series.



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