Tuesday, September 22, 2009
My Best Friend, The New Sports Bra
Last week, I did something I've been meaning to do for practically forever: I ordered a new sports bra. To be very exact, I ordered the *deep breath* Champion Double Dry Seamless Full-Support Underwire Sports Bra. See, the sports bra I was wearing died about a millionty months ago. I've been wearing it so far past its prime that it's all pink from the wash, and stretched out, and the hooks are coming off all willy-nilly. Not only that, but I purchased it when I was one to two cup sizes smaller, so, you know, boobs poppin' out everywhere. It was a mess. I finally decided I needed to pony up for a brand new one.
A new one that was almost $50 including shipping? Not what I intended. I mean, I go to college. I don't know what drugs I was on the day I actually ordered a nearly $50 sports bra, but I did it. As the time to receive the thing got closer, I got more and more anxious, and I partially started to hope it would be the most terrible sports bra ever so that I could be reunited with my money.
You guys. I am a DD-DDD. This bra is a miracle sent from Heaven.
When I first took it out of the package, I was a little miffed. It wasn't made of quite the silky material I had expected it to be-- and I am big into textures, so this was a big strike against it.
And then I put it on. Now this is where I start becoming astounded.
I put it on and discovered that it does, indeed, hold everything in quite nicely-- y'know nothing spilling over or anything. Good. The underwires were barely noticeable, if at all, and the straps were comfy (much more than I can say for a lot of bras I've worn). Better. I examined myself in the mirror, discovering that it was actually-- and you're not going to believe this-- creating a nice, smooth silhouette. Well I'll be!
I hopped up and down for a moment, and found that-- and this is the part you're even more not going to believe-- my boobs didn't feel like they were being ripped off my chest. A bra that holds my breasts in place is something I thought to be a physical impossibility, a figment of my imagination. Nope, I didn't believe it yet, so I took it to the gym to put it to the test: I was going to jog.
Guys, I jogged. One of the reasons I rarely jog is how uncomfortable it is to be a DD-DDD and run around. Ow. Not fun. If any of you are very emboobened, I'm sure you can relate. I jogged, and I was comfortable.
All I can really say to rave enough about this bra is that it might as well be sewn by angels with threads made of golden Nutella. Go. Buy. This. Bra.
Do you have a favorite, awesome sports bra?