I HATE MY BOOBS

I hate my boobs. I do. They’re just so big. It’s impossible to find a decent bra, and even when I buy the biggest one I can find they don’t hold me in. They’re so irritating – if they’re not digging in to my shoulders the wires are poking me in the side. My nipples escape regularly, and if you look closely (or not so closely) at my dress it’ll probably look like I’ve got four boobs rather than two because they just won’t stay in place. Not that clothes ever look great on me: I’m such a weird shape that clothes shopping is a nightmare, and the last time I tried to buy a bikini I cried in the changing room. I mean, I get that I’m freakishly big, but I just wish it were easier. I’m saving up for a breast reduction now. I just want to be normal.

You’re right, this isn’t me. I love my boobs. But this was me, once. When I was a teenager in the standard M&S issued wrong sized bra (sold to me with a sympathetic smile and the phrase “you are unusually big” to really make you feel good about yourself, of course), I detested my body. But fitting standards and the availability of even DD lingerie was so poor on the British high street that I had no choice but to accept the horrible bra-in-a-box offered to me, and the appalling support it provided me as correct. I never questioned the bra; I only blamed, hated, and ultimately hurt my body for being wrong.

What sucks is that, fifteen years later, every day I see scores of blogs, forum posts, Facebook messages and e-mails from women who still don’t know that that’s NOT how it has to be. Fifteen years later, a UK lingerie shop doesn’t see just how insulting and totally misleading it is to have a ridiculous sign like the one above (it’s genuine!) in their window. If you find it hard to find bras that fit, it’s not your body that has the problem. You’re just in the wrong bra. And if you’re being fitted a company that makes you feel abnormal or wrong for your shape, or that seems to wilfully perpetuate bad advice in order to keep women in as small (but hugely profitable) a size range as possible, you’re in the wrong shop too.

Don’t question your body: it’s brilliant. Question your bra size.

1: Why am I such a freak?

You’re not. Really.

2: Why is it so hard to find a decent bra?

Finding a decent bra gets significantly easier when you find your perfect fit. If you’re constantly experiencing straps digging in, straps falling up, band moving or riding up, cups overflowing or the front pulling away from your body, you’re wearing the wrong sized bra. Most often (though not always), this is in the form of a back size to big and a cup size too small – which is sadly the standard and long outdated fitting advice given by fitters the world over.

3: Why would the fitter say I was that size, if I’m not that size?

I’m sure she’s well meaning in her advice, but often blind adherence to the unreliable +4 method [see: Study Finds +4 Method “Not Accurate” for more on this…] and the sausage factory nature of high street fitting rooms leads to women being totally mis-fit. Trust yourself: if your bra is uncomfortable it is the wrong fit for you, regardless of what the fitter may be telling you. Don’t be afraid to disagree.

4: How do I know when it’s the right size?

Finding a decent fitter is invaluable (there are good ones out there, but they’re not always found in your average high street shop. Bravissimo is something of a trailblazer here in the UK, and of course there are many boutiques too), but it’s important to educate yourself too so you have the confidence to speak up when it feels wrong. There are a few basic rules you can learn. Bravissimo sums it up clearly with visual aids here, but to summarise: the band should be firm and horizontal to the floor (even when raising your arms above your head); the shoulder straps should not dig in or slip off – and they are not there to take most of the weight of your breasts either; the front center should sit flat against your chest; your breasts should not spill over and cause quadraboob (even in a demi-cup!); the wire should track along where the breast meets body, and fully encapsulate the breast without sitting on it or digging in at the side. For most of these issues, the solution is usually a smaller back size and a bigger cup. If you’ve been wrestling unsuccessfully with D cups, don’t be surprised if you find yourself much better served by an F, a G, or beyond…

5: How can I even be that size? Is that size even real?

Forget everything you think you know about bra sizes [see: What Most People Don’t Know About Bra Sizes if you’re in any doubt]. The letter means NOTHING without the band size. A D cup on a small backed bra can be the same volume as the A cup on a bigger back. And the alphabet goes on far beyond D, and more often than you might think…

6: Why shouldn’t I just get a breast reduction?

That’s your choice, and for some women it is the right one. But before you go in for an expensive, invasive, risky and irreversible surgery, make sure that a better fit isn’t exactly what you’ve been looking for. Mine was nothing short of life changing… and that’s exactly what every woman is entitled to.

Enjoy finding that fit, ladies x

 

photo by @peasoneday on Twitter.

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Oh no, Cosmo…

I don’t know whether it’s a getting older thing or if it’s just getting worse, but Cosmopolitan seems to truly be scraping the barrel for their online readers these days. Not only did I unfollow them on my non-boob account for missing the point of the Olympics entirely with this tweet at the closing ceremony:

But yesterday they depressed me right off my breakfast with this:

Cosmopolitan Twitter

I thought Cosmo (or the New Cosmo) was about sexual empowerment, but this seems like a pretty passive ambition for a ‘fun, fearless’ Cosmo girl. And sadly not a one off either. Check out these covers from various Cosmopolitans this year:

Make his 4 sex wishes come true! They’re not what you think, apparently. Which makes me imagine the article sidesteps the cliches of blowjobs and bum sex in favour of giving you permission to come. Am I warm, Cosmo?

20 ways to make him scream… in a good way! *puts away clown mask and climbs out of the cupboard…*

His best sex ever! AND 3 clues he’s secretly in to you. It’s fine, really. Self-esteem isn’t a problem when you have really fast growing hair…

I just can’t help but think young women deserve better from their aspirational magazines than this nonsense. Please, can someone create a Rookie for grown-ups?

P.S It’s unlikely that sending pictures of your bare boobs will ever result in a position of power in a relationship, especially if you’re still playing power games AND consulting Cosmopolitan on them. Sext responsibly, kids…

P.P.S Yes, Kate Middleton has nice hair. Can we get over it now please?

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On getting older…

Thirty years ago Dexy’s Midnight Runners were number one in the UK, and B4J was 10lbs of chirruping, mewling, pooping baby. That’s quite a lot of baby to start out as when thirty years later you’re only 5’4″ of girl, but as a happy, hairy little Jabba the Hut I wasn’t really thinking about that. I was pretty obsessed by boobs, though. Plus ca change.

Yes, I turned 30 this week, and it’s got me thinking about where I’m at, where I’ve been, and where I’m going. Don’t get me wrong – I wasn’t worried about leaving my twenties. Actually, I’m quite looking forward to the gravitas (due any day now, possibly in beard form) and the heaps of exciting things my fourth decade will bring me. But nevertheless it is still the oldest I’ve ever been – and worthy of a little reflection (and a bucket of champagne, obvs). So please excuse this interruption to our normal broadcast, and allow me this brief end-of-a-decade interlude on getting older…

1: I shouldn’t care about the size of my arse more than anyone else does:

You don’t care. Mr B4J doesn’t care. Hell, I don’t care outside of mirrors and photographs (especially photographs. I haven’t changed my Facebook profile in about three years…). Fourth decade resolution: stop caring about the bits that don’t look like they used to, or like the models in the lingerie I’m reviewing. I could look that perfect if I really had the willpower, sure. I just can’t be bothered to learn Photoshop.

2: I love my readers:

It’s been a fairly gruelling summer from every angle, but your e-mails, comments, tweets and Facebook messages remind me every day why I write this blog – even when I’m struggling to find the bandwidth to make it happen. Thanks for encouraging me to stick at it. The fourth decade will have more boobs in it. And those boobs will be properly uplifted, because…

3: Good lingerie and fit advice IS worth fighting for:

Fighting for bust justice is hard work for a hobby, but I believe that companies purposefully misleading and exploiting women for profit are worth the words, sweat and tears. Wearing bras IS a choice, but for many women it’s as much of a choice as wearing sanitary protection: it’s a vital tool that enables them to live the life they want without feeling restricted by their body. I spent 5 years of the last decade in badly fitting lingerie, and was completely sedentary and so self-conscious that I hated my body. That companies like Gossard wilfully perpetuate poor fitting advice (don’t believe me? Check out this response for the *ahem* charming (and analytically challenged) Gossard) is disgusting. However hard it is to find time to write, it’s worth it if it helps women find their way to what can be the truly a life-changing fit they deserve.

4. I should have my rocket pack by now.

Just saying…

Until next time… thanks for making most of my twenties a decade to remember.

Love from Beckie xx

Beckie Williams Busts 4 Justice

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When wrong is oh so right: Freya Ellie reviewed

Freya Ellie Lingerie Reviewed

The best thing about Freya Ellie? She didn’t fit me.

I promise, I haven’t lost it. Following my adventures with Figleaves Boudoir’s Black Tie, I haven’t decided exclusively to review bras that don’t meet my usually rigorous fitting criteria. I haven’t abandoned my campaign for good fit in a desperate flurry of badly fitting bras and sad, escaping nipples.

Freya Ellie didn’t fit me, because I bought it in a 28GG. And it came up true to size.

28 bras shouldn’t fit me. I measure 29 inches underbust, and have little padding on my ribs (padding is an important point. Often larger women will need to wear band sizes smaller than their ‘true’ underbust measurement, because their body naturally has more give. It’s just another idiosyncrasy about bra fitting – like muscular women often needing to add inches because tight bands can be painful…). Logic tells me that on my body type 28 backs should not be comfortable. And yet – especially with Freya – it’s often a 28 that I need.

Not so with Ellie. She is wonderfully firm in the back – and though the cup volume was perfect there was no escaping that she was unusually-for-Freya tight. On me, that meant that the wires were murder across my ribs – but also it means she’s a cracking purchase for 28-backs desperate for a firmer fit. I love this low front shape of Freya bra (an everyday classic, like Jolie or Lauren) – and I love that she’s available in such a huge range of sizes.  She’s amazing.

With so few 28 back options available – and with 26 backed women sized totally out of the mainstream market – it’s essential that 28 means 28. So for once, this is one bra I don’t mind being sized out of. Although there is comfort in that there’s a 30G waiting for me, if I want to adjust for fit.

Freya Ellie is available in sizes 28D-J, 30D-36K, and 38D-J. Hurry though – she’s now usually on sale and vanishing fast…

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I don’t know why I love you, but I do: Figleaves Boudoir Black Tie reviewed.

FIGLEAVES BLACK TIE BRA REVIEWED

Sometimes, the rules of attraction don’t apply.

Things I hate about Figleaves Boudoir’s Black Tie:

-The cup runs small, so it can’t fit me perfectly.
-Because it doesn’t fit me perfectly, it looks a bit odd under clothes.
-Because it doesn’t fit me perfectly, my boobs don’t stay in place.
-Because it doesn’t fit me perfectly, it becomes uncomfortable after a couple of hours.
-It doesn’t fit me perfectly.

Why I still love it:

-It is very sexy. (As usual) Figleaves’ picture doesn’t do it justice. It is HOT.
-The style doesn’t immediately become a high-front boulder holder after an E-cup.
-When I say sexy, I mean like, extremely sexy.
-On, it gives a wide, deep cleavage that is rarely seen above a C cup, but is actually stupendous on larger boob. Seriously: why doesn’t this happen more often? It is joy.
-I mean, the extreme sexiness may be, as Mr B4J declared, “‘kinda 80s”. But what’s wrong with that? Loads of things about the 80s were sexy. Probably. I can’t really remember. I was 7.
-The pants are huge and fantastic. Look at the bow! And the see-through! And the cut! Why can’t all pants be this huge and this invisible under clothes?
-I don’t care what Mr B4J says. This baby is so sexy I want to tear it off myself.

 

Like a all-consuming holiday romance this bra and my love for it may defy logic – but sometimes it’s fine to let go and let your heart do the talking. If you’re looking for something to warm up these miserable ‘summer’ nights, it’s well worth a try – though perhaps size up a cup size if it’s possible. Sexy is sexy, but well-fitting is perfection.

Black Tie is available from Figleaves Boudoir in sizes 30D-38G.

 

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