Or, Why I Have a Grudge Against Victoria’s Secret.
I may have mentioned before that I was quite underweight as a teen. The result is that for quite a while my breasts were rather small, which is uncharacteristic of women in my family. Ah, genetics. Skeletally, my ribcage is also quite small; I have a high ‘waist’ because it’s the thinnest part of my torso. So, the bras I wore were small, teen bras.
Once I climbed up near a healthy weight, those genetics persevered and suddenly it was a big problem if my bra didn’t fit right! I started to safety-pin the back of hand-me-downs, to make both the cup and band fit.
I quickly realized that American bras use a weird system for sizing; they make the band shorter but use the same cups. However, this makes the band become proportionally smaller as the ribcage shrinks or the cups grow. This is a big problem! I’m sure you’ve never seen a busty petite woman with boobs in her armpits, but I’ve sure worn bras with an underwire digging in there.