Ok…I don’t usually talk about stuff like this, but I’m sooo happy to report that at the age of 46, I have finally found my correct…a-hem, brassiere–which means that for most of my adult life, I’ve been wearing the wrong size.
I can’t tell you how many mornings I was late for work–due to unacceptable undergarment selections. When you are wearing the wrong bra–no matter how beautiful your blouse or jacket is, it will look ill-fitted and sloppy. When you are wearing the correct one however, you experience a form of empowerment like no other.
Oprah did a show not too long …read more