Rather than accept defeat, you deserve a good—no, great! You already know the importance of a professional fitting, of building a bra wardrobe of a few key styles, and of being open to investing a little bit more in your underwear drawer to get what you need out of it. But what about the little construction details in your bra that make all the difference, or recognizing the telltale signs of when your band has been overworn? Glamour went to the lingerie experts for more detailed advice to aid large-breasted shoppers with their bra shopping endeavors. Kenney and Lewis both say that the majority of busty shoppers buy a bra in too big of a band size and too small of a cup size. A few of the signs: bra straps that are constantly falling, underwires that dig into your boob, cups that gape….
Though a full bust is enviable, that's not to say it doesn't come with some sartorial challenges. Finding the right necklines, fabrics, and silhouettes to complement your shape is not always an easy task, but once you do, it will be a total game changer. Using the right undergarments is also a very important tip, talking from experience. Find more style tips from celebrities, models, and influencers ahead. Whether in the form of a dress or jacket, a wrap silhouette complements every body type—and bust size. A sweetheart or an off-the-shoulder neckline is ideal to creating the ultimate tasteful, sexy look.
I do—32Cs. It's just I have such clavicle issues, I don't like them on show. This was something Alexa Chung said in a interview with British Vogue that not only stuck with me throughout my twenties, but confirmed in some small way that how I was dressing at the time hiding my own 34C boobs was, in fact, considered chic. For years I have tried to compress my chest usually with no-wire triangle bras that flatten rather than give lift , or hide my breasts in oversized oxford shirts, loose-fitting cashmere sweaters, and baggy white T-shirts tucked into mini skirts or jeans. They look great hanging off the flat-chested models that wear them; it just took me since puberty to realize they don't look as great on me.
Recently, I was sitting at a bar with a colleague of mine, when he took a long drag from his cigarette, looked pensively out into nothingness and muttered: "Sometimes I wish I was a beautiful woman. They must have so much fun. This wasn't the first time when I felt that a man I knew had a somewhat twisted view of what it means to walk around with several pounds of suggestive fat on your chest.