You go in M&S and the lingerie section screams at you with their posters about wearing the correct size and if you don’t you’ll end up with boobies like spaniels ears.
In my head, I’m a size 6 svelte, toned and tanned beauty with an ‘ample’ bosom.
In reality, the mirror tells the truth that I’m a size 14 with a baby belly, stretchmarks and tits that have their own postcode.
I look on at the lovely rows of teeny tiny lacy sexy bras in M&S and can only dream. It’s never going to happen. I shall be wearing my chest scaffolding with horrific grandma wide straps for the rest of my days.
Here’s what happens when you try squeeze a 32K bust into a very pretty 32A bra.
Who the heck am I kidding?! Even four of these sewn together wouldn’t support my weapons of mass distraction.
try bravissimo, was in there the other day and they go upto L i think. maybe trying an a cup was a tad ambitious! haha x
Yeah but you are friggin STUNNING missy!
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