I might have mentioned this before. I can’t buy bras in South Africa. Most large bras are U.G.L.Y. I’m a 34G (for fekkin’ ginormous) and most retail outlets only really go up to an E. There are some specialist shops, but mostly they’re too expensive. I mean, R800 for a bra is seriously ridiculous. Especially when the minimum fuckin’ wage in this country is about R1,500. Oh yay. Food v Bra. Guess who wins, mofo. And I suppose Woolworths does have some G’s, but mostly in the massive, full cup, bones digging into your armpit variety that are so uncomfortable, you’d rather go freeflow.
But fortunately, there is Bravissimo. My most favourite, bestest bra shop in the whole wide universe. Who make bras that not only fit me, but fit me well, make my boobs look like sex-bomb bazookas and all in delicious, lacy, silky deliciousness. And, all in the R200 to R400 range-ish, which, because I luckily earn more than minimum wage, I can just about afford.
They only start at a D. And they go up to a K or something silly. You could fit your whole head a K-cup, people! But they are in London. Which is a long, long way away.
Anyway, so I have to smokel* to get them. Import duties here are prohibitive. So anytime someone goes to London or comes here to visit from London, I beg them to sneak a brassier into their luggage.
And today I am deeeelighted! My awesome and most fantastic friend L, just brought the below beauties back for me. I’m wearing the bottom one right now. It’s beeeeooooooooouuuuutiful!
Thank you Bravissimo. Again. For making me feel sexy and gorgeous instead of a freak of large boobishness. When the FUCK are bra companies going to realise that chicks with big boobs are out there. And need to feel pretty too. Plonkers.
Retail therapy rocks. Finding beautiful lingerie for my very curvy curves rocks even more.
*Cape Town word…to smuggle, to do a dodgy deal…you get the picture.