It's amazing what wearing a bra of the right size does. I've never worn a bra that was the correct size, minus when I was younger and smaller. Ever since my boobs grew past a D cup, I've always just worn the wrong size because it was cheaper. But last week, after deciding that I couldn't deal with the back pain, mile-deep grooves in my shoulders, and absolute shit body image, I put down $70 and bought a bra in my actual size. Molded cup, beige colored, 34F. Not exactly gorgeous, but it was comfortable when I tried it on.

I took it home, put it on, put on a black fitted V-neck t-shirt, and bawled my eyes out when I looked in the mirror. I feel beautiful when I see my breasts now. That's never happened. I don't feel lumpy or out of proportion or heavy or unattractive. I can move without them spilling out of my bra, and I can dance around without them hurting. My posture is better, my shoulders don't hurt, my back pain is going away, and I finally don't hate my body when I look in the mirror.

This isn't really a useful post, but I think you guys are the only ones who would really get what this feels like. I feel like a huge metaphorical weight has been lifted off my shoulders, along with the physical one.