After 18 months of slowly losing my wardrobe to unprecedented weight changes, it finally leveled out enough to reasonably buy clothes that... ✨fit✨
Apparently, my love of getting dolled up is weaker than my thriftiness. Weaker still stands cowers my resolve to so drastically alter clothes... or perhaps my fabric hoarding trumps it all🐉
Near the end, the phrase "sports bra" was always well seasoned with curses and support seemed a mythical idea so, naturally, a bra was #1 on my list.
While my actual breasts hardly changed in size, my band dropped shooting me into completely unfamiliar size territory with a lack of cushion in places I've never been without as an adult.
44DDD --> 36F/G
That cushion apparently doubled as bra-armor as its absence led me to a painful & embarrassing discovery: I've made it to Senate-candidacy-age wearing bras inches below my underbust. My underappreciated natural cushioning let my bra sit on my now assailable ribs and gave my skin a plumping buff against underwire's skin groove attack.
Just tighten the straps. Right? No. This is a quest; sit down.
My breasts, or at least the base of my breasts, apparently sit abnormally high on my chest which puts the wire of an otherwise perfect fitting bra below near directly into my armpit.
Less imminently, the industrial grade backing goes so high on my back I can just barely wear a wifebeater tank without the ratchet straps showing. (how does no other name portray this tank?)
Oh, you should just — Hush. Sit. Were you going to say clasp adjustment? Pro measurement? Different brands & models? Tried, tested, failed. It's placement. My weird tiddies require less band between narrower cups.
But I don't cry for pity, for I have hope. I have found one bra that spares my pits.. though its straps do ratchet. AND... its... FRONT CLASP! 🫨😲😮However, it is quite literally only one as it seems to be a lemon, especially fated for my chest. I've ordered the same bra model in other padding levels; stab. Other colors; stab. The exact same, literal identical bra; stab.
My humble ask... What Do I Do?? I cant bring myself to pay $300+ for a custom bra when my weight could rollercoaster. No bra professional has known what to suggest; they usually explain underbust measurements at the mention of armpit stabs then are sympathetically stumped after hearing the rest.
I'm tempted to buy a bra and bend the wires into more of a U but I feel like I'd end up with an ill-crafted 50's bullet bra and a bill.
Any high placed boulder-owners care to share? Where else should I post?
TLDR: I've been wearing bras wrong for 20-odd years and now I'm at an even more uncommon bra size with tits positioned so high on my chest the wire stabs the crook of my armpit with basically every bra. My weird tiddies require less band between narrower cups. Suggestions?
A moment of silence for the unrealized cleavage lost over the decades to sagging bra bands😔
The front clasp bra: https://www.torrid.com/product/perfect-coverage-lightly-lined-ultimate-smoothing-bra/18290254.html