Fortunately for me, I have “ins” to the boob world and was told to go get a professional fitting and that I would be surprised. Imagine my delight when I found out that there was a reason all my bras totally sucked, no matter how cute I thought they were. I was wearing a 36C when I was actually a 32D! I’ve spent my whole life being jealous of my mom’s well-endowed chest, so I wear these numbers with pride. I’ll confess that I’ve even had them measured again because I couldn’t believe it. I bought all new lingerie and now I walk around feeling like I got a freebie boob job. Religion is suppose to change your life, but if you’re short on time, go to Nordy’s and get fitted. You’ll thank me.