Flattery Sizing

I could hardly call her a liar. But she must be stretching the truth...

This blog is about bras. It’s my blog, so I can write one about bras if I want...

Anyway, I was in the Maine Mall branch of Victoria’s Secret. VS is the only outfit that makes a bra I can stand to wear. Without VS I’d be going bra-less. OK, so that’s what I do most of the time anyway, but when I HAVE to wear a bra, it’s a VS bra.

And I needed a couple new ones, ‘cause the old ones are getting threadbare.

It had been so long that I couldn’t remember the exact style, or the size. So I told the lady that I was looking for ‘racer-back’ bras. I told her that they were the only type of bras that fit me comfortably.

“Well,” she said enthusiastically, “What you need is a bra fitting!” and then she gave a little testimonial about how her bras all felt uncomfortable until she was fitted for the right size. All I caught from the little story was the she had thought she was a ‘B’ when she really was a ‘C.’ Which I thought a little strange...

She then handed me over to another saleslady (one who supposedly knew where the racer-back bras were) who likewise suggested a fitting. “Ok.” I said, not really relishing the prospect of hearing what I already knew- that I’m ‘barely B.’

So a third lady, a plump blonde, led me to the bra fitting station and whipped out her measuring tape. She quickly plied the instrument, without even requesting that I disrobe. “36C” she announced. That’s when ‘liar’ crossed my mind...

“Well,” I thought, “when she brings me that size the fact that it doesn’t fit will prove the point...” Just to double check, I slipped my bra off while I was waiting in the fitting room and checked the size. ‘38B.’

Just in case you don’t know, a 36C is more indicative of an hourglass figure then a 38B is.

She brought the bra. 36C. And it fit. Which convinces me that VS has more than likely started a ‘flattery sizing’ initiative... What better way to sell bras?
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