Selena gomez in a small bra

I need serious measurement/fit help. I have recently put on weight and the girls have grown slightly. I’ve worn a 32C from Victoria’s Secret for almost a decade, and now in my mid-20s I can’t figure out what size I am.
The calculator here says 30DD or 32D. The 32 bands I’ve tried have felt so tight, but with a 34 band only fits tight enough on the last hook (like the smallest one). Also, a 34B cup is slightly too small but a 34C is slightly too big.
My girls are “teardrop” shaped, lacking volume at the top and fuller on the bottom, and are also fairly high-set. Kind of a wide gap, I’ve never had the middle part of a bra sit flush against my skin and honestly didn’t know it was supposed to. Straps are always too big on me because of how my chest sits.
Measurements: Loose underbust: 31 in. Snug: 30 in. Tight: 29 in. Bust standing: 35 in. Leaning: 36 in. Lying: 36 in.

Hi folks, I'm looking for a sports bra recommendation. I'm lucky to have a small enough chest that a T-shirt and a loose fitting button down is enough, but when I'm at the gym, I'm too self-conscious to feel like I can get away with not wearing something around my chest. I have top surgery booked for December, but still need to get through the summer months. I'm currently making do with a couple of ancient sports bras that are as old as kids in grade 2, but they're rapidly falling apart. Binding is out of the question, as is the hassle of taping. What are some sports bra options y'all like/liked before top surgery that is reasonably priced and of decent quality? All I'm looking for is for my nipples to not pitch little tents lol
Thanks!

I used the pinned calculator a few months ago and got a 28b, but i redid the measurements recently and got a 30c. I didn't gain any noticeable amount during that time. What happened?
My current measurements are a 28.5 underbust and a 32 bust.
My current bra is a 30B i think, but I got it a long time ago and it doesn't fit me that well. The band size is too big but i don't know if it's just stretched out because that bra is pretty old. I tried on a 28 band at the mall and i could barely even get it on it was so small.
If it helps, I also got measured at Aerie. The lady didn't know how to do it, so she just gave me and my mom their measuring tape (which wasn't an ordinary measuring tape, it had a pretty complicated chart instead of in/cm printed on it) and let us try ourselves. That gave us a 30A but pretty close to a 30B, however, the lady said that chart was designed to be measured over a bra and we did it on a bare chest. She didn't know very much though so she could be wrong.
Which is likely the most accurate size, and where should I go to find bras? Right now I need a comfortable push up and a strapless bra.

My husband and I have been together for thirteen years this year.
Around a month after we started dating, we got engaged (fast I know) because he knew right away that I was his person.
From the start we knew we wanted a courthouse wedding with immediate family followed by a BBQ afterwards. Due to health issues, we had to delay it for several years, but once we were finally ready, we told our family about our plans.
Pretty much immediately my mother threw a fit, essentially manipulating us both into having a “proper” wedding. She told us that because I was her “only daughter”, she just wouldn’t accept anything other than a proper wedding and refused to go if we had a courthouse wedding.
Being the people pleasers we are, we agreed but told her it would have to be small both because of our anxiety and financial constraints.
She told us that finances wouldn’t be an issue because she would pay for everything and not to worry. We protested for quite a while before eventually giving in because we’d already felt like we’d lost at that point.
Heck we’d even considered doing our ceremony beforehand at the courthouse with only his family, but considering one of her closest friends would be the celebrant, there’s no doubt she’d find out and we wouldn’t hear the end of it so we complied.
We already knew it would be her wedding before it even began. It started with the wedding dress shopping. She made sure to pick a dress that covered my tattoos because they would look “tacky” if they were on show. So right away I knew she’d control the entire day.
We then brought up the fact that we wanted our dog to be involved as the ring bearer. We had bought her one of those wedding outfits a few years back when we saw it, but she flat out said no. Our dog is extremely well behaved and calm, so it wouldn’t have been an issue but again, she didn’t approve of dogs being involved so we had to have my youngest sister in law be the ring bearer (something we both didn’t want).
Then came the catering and cake. We both didn’t get a say in either, which were both full of food we didn’t eat, and our wedding cake was a coffee cake, despite us apparently ordering white chocolate (apparently it had been changed last minute).
The decor had to be entirely changed because apparently my scheme of lavender wasn’t practical so it was changed to a bright red. So far nothing was as we planned, so we were already dreading the day.
The guest list went from under 20 people to 50, most of which were extended family we never saw or spoke to and ALL of my mums close friends, which alone made up 12 people. Again, this was HER day.
The night before, while going through the wedding playlist, she demanded we change our first dance and fathedaughter, motheson dance song. Now I had picked these from the start, especially my husband and I’s song, which has been ours since the beginning of our relationship YEARS prior. Of course this had to change to a song she liked, as did the fathedaughter dance.
Fast forward to the wedding morning. My hair was being done and because I had it cut a few months prior due to a health issue making it fall out, the extensions looked ROUGH. Again, I had said that I needed them cut in to match (which I would pay for), but no, they would apparently look fine.
Then came the makeup, which I did myself and apparently had to do my sisters as well, leaving me little to no time to get ready. Mum demanded I remove my lip ring because again it was “tacky” and when I tried putting on a Lacey white bra, she lost it and demanded I remove it because it would “ruin” the dress. You couldn’t even see it underneath the sleeves of the detachable, Lacey coat!
This made me extremely uncomfortable and anxious because I NEVER leave the house without one and it’s not like I have the melons to fill it out without one!
As we were about to leave, she told me to take my glasses off because they would ruin the photos. You know, the glasses I use to SEE! So the entire day I was squinting in every picture, which essentially ruined the photos anyway!
Then she insisted I drink some champagne on the way there. I don’t drink because of the medication I’m on for my epilepsy but of course I had to because again, she made a big deal out of it being a “normal” wedding.
When we got to the location, I saw my younger sister in law (ring bearer), wearing the same dress she’d been wearing all week, complete with CROCS. I knew at that point she’d make it about herself somehow. She’s the most spoilt, selfish and self centred person I know and I was soon proven right when she rushed to the bathroom pretending to be sick before the reception began (later confirmed she wasn’t at all sick, just didn’t wanna be there).
Her mother (MIL) left before the reception because she couldn’t possibly be left at home alone despite living 2 minutes away and being 13 years old!
We were asked about her several times during the reception so yes, she still managed to make everyone focus on her.
The entire reception , my husband and I were panicking because we hate large crowds, especially when we are the focus (birthdays are the WORST). We had to keep going outside for air because we kept getting overwhelmed by everything.
When it was all over we went home and the next day, my mother and I were going through our gifts (mostly money) when she confiscated it all saying we wouldn’t spend it wisely and that she would keep it until we found something she considered appropriate.
Despite telling us not to bother about paying her back, she still manages to bring it up to this day, as does my brother, who cruelly taunted us leading up to the day, telling us that it was embarrassing that we were relying on the family to pay for our wedding and that he would never get married if he couldn’t afford it.
Essentially we were manipulated into having a bigger wedding despite only wanting a smaller wedding and accused of being ungrateful when we mentioned how anxious the day made us both.
I regret everything about that day and can’t even look at photos without getting anxious and upset. My husband and I never celebrate that day as our anniversary and honestly wish we had just gone ahead with our original plans and stood our ground.

I had breast augmentation done 3 months ago. I done it alongside other facial surgeries. So far I feel okay about facial results would rate it 7/8 / 10, got realistic results for what we are working with. My BA feels 4/10, I feel disappointment and regret.
I decided to go for breast augmentation because I was less than A cup (I think, I never filled 34A it was flying around so must have been). It caused me great distress as I am tallish 5.9ft and weight gain, hormones and family genes would not affect growth whatsoever. My family is obese/overweight, but even when they were my weight 65-70kg, they had C-D cups.
I liked results initially, when they were high up and nice and circular. I have wide cleavage gap 2-3 fingers can fit into it, but I was aware this could happen as I am trans.
Post 3 months now they dropped, but I hate them - they are still rock hard like pecs. They don't jiggle/bounce/move at all with or without a bra (surgeon said it's because of smaller implant I ended up getting 400cc high profile dual plane and was aiming to get a C cup) When I measured them initially before surgery they looked perfect, so had no reason to go larger. Reality is now I really regret picking smaller, because they look too small and wide + zero movement whatsover. I am not in financial position and won't be for a while to replace them.
Anyone in situation when they had to get revision or did you ended up accepting not so successful surgery?
If you had revision, -Was it much more expensive than first time? -Did you ended up satisfied 2nd time round?

Kokichi and Himiko hurried over to Himiko's secret magic room. Once there, Himiko threw open the pages of "Inside the Magical Mind" over to the "Build the Perfect Dream" chapter. She flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for.
"A-ha!" she squeaked with excitement, placing her finger on the horror section. Kokichi grinned at her.
"Nee-heehee...I know we're supposed to be serious, and all, but that 'a-ha!' was super cute, Monkey Buns!" Kokichi said, giving Himiko a squeeze.
"Nyeh...that's because I'm super cute...thank you very much," Himiko said, sassily flipping her hair.
"Yes, you are," Kokichi murmured in a low, flirty voice, leaning his head against Himiko's. "I wuv my cute, wittle Monkey Buns." He gave Himiko a few soft kisses on her lips. Himiko giggled in delight.
"Okay, okay, it's back to being serious," she said suddenly, clapping her hands with a purpose.
"Yup, yup! It's go time!" Kokichi said, nodding enthusiastically. Himiko studied the horror section of the book:
~HORROR:~
Want a more terrifying experience in your dreams? No? Would you like to give your enemies nightmares, then? If that's the case, try filling up your enemy's mind with the most horrific thing they could ever imagine! Or, use a more lighthearted, yet creepy, potion to prank a friend! That works, too! Take them on a night filled with monsterific fright!
Himiko skimmed the first two potions, "Thriller Night dream," and the "Goosebumps dream." She stopped straight at the "Nightmare Fuel dream."
"Nyeh...this is the one that we need," she said, grinning deviously. Kokichi grinned along with her.
"Oooo...I love when my Supreme Lady gets all mischievous," he said with a ghoulish giggle as he kissed her cheek. Himiko giggled with him, as well, before reading on:
Nightmare Fuel dream: Want your enemies to experience the ultimate nightmare? Then, the Nightmare Fuel dream is the perfect one for you...or should I say, your enemy. Huhuhu! Give them them a night full of what they fear the most, whether it's a bunch of wriggly spiders, or a terrifying ghost!
Kokichi and Himiko grinned at each other impishly.
"Perfect!" they murmured in unison, and giggled deviously as Himiko poured in the ingredients. As she stirred the potion, eerie wisps of green and purple mist emanated from the cauldron. Himiko waved her hands mysteriously over her cauldron to part the mists away. Kokichi was mesmerized by her movements. Her face glowed bright in beautiful shades of shimmering green and purple. Kokichi felt his heart beat faster. If they weren't making cookies, this could be the perfect romantic setting. He couldn't resist her mischievous grin as she continued to pour and mix the ingredients. He felt as if he were falling in love all over again. Himiko looked up at him, catching him staring. She batted her eyelashes seductively at him, beckoning him closer. Finding her alluring and completely irresistible, Kokichi moved closer to her. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. He then wrapped his arms tightly around Himiko. He couldn't resist. Heart raging against his chest, he reached up her shirt, caressing her back with his hands. His hand slowly moved up towards her bra to unhook it.
Snoozydoodle, my ass, he thought to himself. All my dreams are coming true right here! Suddenly, he moved his lips down to her neck. Himiko gasped softly and smiled. She placed her lips next to Kokichi's ear.

"Kokichi," she whispered seductively.
"Mmmm...yes...my Supreme Lady...?" Kokichi murmured in response, using his lips to move Himiko's shirt collar to gently bite Himiko's shoulder.
"The cookies, Kokichi..." Himiko reminded him in a sultry whisper. Kokichi's hands froze right as he was about to unhook her bra. He squeezed her longingly, but in the end, reluctantly released her.
"Right..." he mumbled. "Sorry..." He sighed, feeling dizzy. He had to admit that he loved the way Himiko made him feel. He shook his head to clear his mind. His breathing slowed back to a steady pace, as well as his heart. Now wasn't the time for feelings. They had to focus on the task at hand. Himiko smiled and bit her lip flirtatiously at him. He could tell she wanted him just as badly in that moment. But, she continued mixing the potion. He turned away from her, as if to block out any lustful temptations.
"Nyeh...it's finally done," Himiko said, breaking the silence. She poured the potion into a potion bottle.
"Ready to go?" Kokichi asked, trying to overcome the spell he was just under. Himiko nodded. Once they left the room, Kokichi grabbed Himiko's wrist. "Himiko...what happened back there...you didn't...do that to me, right?" Himiko smiled as she blushed bright red and shook her head.
"Nope," she replied. Kokichi nodded slowly.
"I thought so," he said. They both took deep breaths. "Pheeew! That was something, huh?" he said, scratching his head with a sheepish blush splashed onto his face.
"Nyeh...it was probably just a heat-of-the-moment type thing," Himiko said.
"Yeah, er, um...sorry about...y'know...reaching up your shirt and..." Kokichi began. Himiko looked at him with a seductive gleam in her eye and smiled naughtily as she placed her hand on his chest.
"You can do whatever you want to me..." she murmured in a low voice. "...and that's the truth." She bit her lip and winked flirtatiously at him before turning and walking away without another word. Kokichi stared after her, stunned, as she walked along the train tracks leading to the abandoned train station. Suddenly, a devilish grin crossed his face as he ran to catch up to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her a kiss on the lips before both breaking off into a run with mischievous giggling to D.I.C.E. headquarters to bake cookies for the final time.
End
"Don't go chasin' waterfalls. Listen to the rivers and the lakes that you're uuused to," Four sang, holding a broom handle like a microphone. Five paused from polishing some furniture and turned to him with a scoff.
"Ugh...dummy! Hello! It's 'Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to,'" she corrected.
"Well...whatever," Four grumbled. "I don't like that dumb song anyway."
"Hahaha...why, cuz you got the words wrong?" Six cackled.
"N-No!" Four stammered, going back to sweeping the floor. Two held the dustpan out so Four could sweep the dirt into it. "I just...think it's dumb! How can someone chase a waterfall when it doesn't even move?!"
"Pffft! I don't know, I didn't come up with the lyrics! Why don't you ask DLC?" Six answered. Five rolled her eyes.
"TLC!! " she corrected.
"Whaaaateveeeerrrrr!!" Six shouted back. Suddenly, the front doors of the headquarters burst open, and in walked Kokichi and Himiko.
"Boss! You're here!" Four said, blocking Kokichi's way. "Can I ask you something?"
"Not now, Ichiro, Himiko and I have some business in the kitchen," Kokichi replied urgently. He swerved around Four, but Four ran up to block his way again. "Ugh! What, Ichiro?!" Kokichi exclaimed testily.
"Um...is it 'Don't go chasing waterfalls, listen to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to,' or is it, 'please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to?'" Four asked timidly.
"The latter," Kokichi replied briefly, then dashed away quickly to the kitchen.
"DAMMMIIIIIT!!" Four cried, falling to his knees in defeat. Five grinned smugly at him.
"Told ya!" she said before continuing her polishing.
In the kitchen, Kokichi and Himiko got to work on the last batches of the Snoozydoodles. Kokichi preheated the oven. Himiko poured the ingredients, including some of her potion, inside, and Kokichi mixed afterwards. Right after sticking one batch into the oven, they immediately got started on a second batch. After a few hours of baking, they had finally come up with enough batches for the entire school.
"Nyeh...that was exhausting," Himiko sighed, leaning against the wall.
"Well, that was only half the battle, HimiCocoa Bean," Kokichi said, pulling her up. "We gotta get these cookies to Hope's Peak."
"Ooo! Can I have one?" Four asked, reaching for a cookie.
"No!" Kokichi said, slapping his hand away.
"Nyeh...Kokichi? How are going to carry all these cookies?" Himiko asked, gesturing to the stacks upon stacks of cookies on the counter.
"Kazuki!" Kokichi called to Eight. Eight silently walked in and saluted. "Bring the confetti cannon."
"Yes, boss," Eight replied, then hurried away. He came back a few minutes later lugging a large, black, tubular contraption with a long, black hose with ridges similar to a one on a vacuum cleaner.
"Thank you!" Kokichi replied. Eight saluted in response. "It's clear of confetti, right?"
"Yes, sir," Eight replied.
"Great!" Kokichi said. "Takehiko!" Ten now appeared in the kitchen, taking his place next to Eight.
"You rang, boss?" he asked.
"Yup! Fire up the Happycopter and wait there for us," Kokichi ordered.
"On it like a bonnet!" Ten promised and scurried off.
"Monkey Buns, help me pour the cookies into this hole right here," Kokichi said, opening up a lid on top of the cannon similar to a fuel cap on a car.
"Nyeh...got it, boss," Himiko replied with a smile. Kokichi smiled back at her and stroked her cheek affectionately. They both began pouring the cookies inside the confetti cannon. Once all the cookies were inside, Kokichi closed the lid.
"Alright, babe, we're ready to roll!" he said to Himiko. Himiko nodded firmly in response. Kokichi turned to Eight. "Kazuki, give us a hand." Eight saluted and helped Kokichi and Himiko carry the cannon up the stairs all the way to the rooftop, where Ten was waiting for them in the Happycopter. The three hoisted the cannon inside. Kokichi hopped in and helped Himiko inside.
"Where to, boss?" Ten asked.
"Drop us down on the roof of Hope's Peak," Kokichi replied.
"Caaaan do!" Ten said, then took off. He landed the Happycopter on the roof of the academy, and helped Kokichi lug the cannon out.
"Alright, Ten! We'll take it from here!" Kokichi shouted over the blades of the Happycopter. Ten answered with a salute, then flew the Happycopter back to D.I.C.E. headquarters. The final bell to Hope's Peak rang, and the students began pouring out of the front entrance far below. Kokichi pulled out a megaphone.
"He-eeeey, everyoooone!" he sang, his voice ringing loud and clear. The students looked up at him.
"Hey! It's Kokichi!" Kaito said, pointing up at the roof.
"And Himiko's with him!" Ibuki added. Himiko felt dizzy from such a great height.
"Nyeeeh...I feel woozy," she muttered. "I'm glad I'm only 4' 11." I don't think I could stand being taller than that."
"That's alright, HimiCocoa Bean, I'll do all the talking," Kokichi said. "Just get ready to flip that switch when I tell you to." Himiko went to the cannon and waited by a tiny, black lever.
"Hey, Kokichi!! Tell Himiko to give us more cookies!" Kazuichi cried.
"You guys want Snoozydoodles?" Kokichi asked through the megaphone. Everyone cheered. "I saaiiid...do you guys want Snoozydoodles?" Kokichi repeated louder, increasing suspense. Everyone cheered louder.
"Hurry up and give us the damn cookies!!" Miu screamed at the top of her lungs. Kokichi turned to Himiko.
"Flip the switch, Monkey Buns!" he said. Himiko flipped the tiny lever, activating the confetti cannon. Kokichi held up the ridged hose, and out flew dozens of cookies. The students below cheered and clamored for the cookies. Everyone grabbed a cookie and headed home. Kokichi turned to Himiko and gave her a high five.
"Well done, Himiko!" he said. "Now all we gotta do is wait!"
***
The next morning, Himiko woke up to see Tenko sitting on the edge of her bed in horror. Her eyes were wide and she was pale as if she had seen a ghost. Himiko crept slowly over to her.
"Nyeh...Tenko? Are you okay?" Himiko asked worriedly. Tenko jumped back in fear.
"WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" she screamed, jumping back under her blanket.
"Nyeh! T-Tenko! It's just me!" Himiko said. Tenko peeked out from under her blanket.
"H-H-Himiko...?" she stammered.
"That's right. It's just me," Himiko said. Shivering violently, Tenko crawled out from under blanket again. "Tenko, what happened?"
"H-H-Had...nightmare..." Tenko stammered. "N-N-nothing b-b-but...darkness. And...c-c-creepy singing. I couldn't move! It's like I was trapped inside a...a...cage! The next thing I know...there was a sharp p-p-pain in my neck!"
"Oh, my!" Himiko exclaimed.
"Th-Th-That's when I w-w-woke up," Tenko said, holding her blanket up to her face. Then, she slowly lowered her blanket with an apologetic expression. "Himiko...i-i-if it's okay with you...I d-don't think I want another S-Snoozyd-d-doodle..."
"Yeah! Okay!" Himiko nodded. It was exactly what she wanted! She hurried to get dressed, then headed downstairs to the dining room to see the others' faces filled with woe and misery, as if their nightmares had drained every ounce of life from their bodies.
"Nee-heehee...looks like all their hopes and dreams got shattered, huh?" Kokichi whispered, suddenly appearing next to Himiko, leaning his elbow on her shoulder. Himiko grinned and nodded.
"But, I wanna make sure they don't crave my Snoozydoodles at all, anymore," she said. She walked into the dining room. "Nyeh...anyone in the mood for more Snoozydoodles?" Everyone snapped to attention with sheer horror in their eyes.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!" Kaito wailed.
"Keep those cookies from hell away from us!!" Miu cried, tears streaming from her eyes. "There was nothing but...t-t-toilet paper everywhere!! And some buff guy I couldn't identify was running after me with one of the rolls tryin' to strangle meeee!!"
"Gonta not wanna get stabbed by bug again!!" Gonta sobbed into his hands. "Bugs betray Gontaaaaaa!!"
"I...had boiled water thrown on me..." Kiyo said, his face pale and sweaty. "Then, to add salt to the wound, Sister threw salt on my wounds." He shuddered violently.
"I was surrounded by a bunch of piranhas," Ryoma said. "And then, they started biting me. I...could actually feel the biting." Everyone was holding themselves, rocking back and forth, trying to erase their nightmares from their minds.
"Himiko...if it's alright with you...I'm done with Snoozydoodles," Tsumugi said. Himiko pretended to appear despondent.
"I understand," she said. Then, she turned to Kokichi with a huge grin. Kokichi gave her a thumbs up.
"That's my Supreme Lady," he murmured in her ear and gave her a kiss.
***
Weeks later, the time finally came for the surprise field trip. Usami ushered the students onto the buses.
"Where do you think we're going, Monkey Buns?" Kokichi asked Himiko.
"Nyeh...I'm not sure," Himiko replied.
"Tuh...wherever it is, it better not have anything to do with cookies," Miu muttered bitterly. She was hanging over their seat from behind.
"Uh...this is a private conversation between me and my Supreme Lady," Kokichi said. "So, back off, bitch!"
"Eeeeeeee!!! Okay, okaaaayyyy!!" Miu whined, shriveling back down into her seat. The buses lurched forward, and drove a few hours, passing cities like Osaka and Kobe. From Kobe, they drove through Awaji island to one of Japan's main islands, Shikoku, to Ehime prefecture. From there, they took a ferry ride to a small island.
"Heeey, you're taking us to an island?!" Kazuichi asked in annoyance. "How annoying! What's so great about a damn island?! We live on one! Japan is made of a bunch of them!"
"Don't worry! You'll like this place, I'm sure!" Usami promised.
"Oh, my! If that island is what I think it is, we shall definitely have the best time of our lives!" Sonia cried.

"What is it?" Kaede asked.
"I...do not want to tell," Sonia said. "I do not want to get my hopes up." Himiko turned to Kokichi.
"Do you know what she's talking about, Kokichi?" she whispered. Kokichi shrugged.
"Beats me," he replied. "Honestly, I think it'll be fun to find out." Finally, the ferry pulled in to dock. The students climbed off the ferry, and were startled by Sonia's cry of pure joy.
"I KNEW IT!!!" she exclaimed. The students turned to see what she was so happy about, and gasped in delight. There before them, were a bunch of cats! Cats laying around, cats pouncing on birds, cats being petted by tourists. There were cats everywhere!
"Students...welcome to Aoshima Island!" Usami announced grandly. "Feel free to pet the kitties to your heart's content!" The students rushed over to them with glee.
"Awwww...hey, there, wittle kitty-wittyyyyy...!" Kaede gushed, holding a cat up to her nose. then, she held it to Shuichi. "Wanna pet him, Shuichi?" Shuichi patted the cat politely on his head.
"Fuhahahahaaaa!! I shall set up my feline army here!" Gundham said. Many cats surrounded him. "Behold, feline warriors! It is I, your king, Gundham Ta-nyah-kaaa!!"
"Huh...I didn't think someone like you was capable of making puns," Kazuichi said.
"I thought it was a wonderful pun!" Sonia said.
"Pretty cute, huh, Himiko?" Kokichi asked, holding up a black and white cat. Himiko held up a cat with ginger fur.
"Nyeh...this one, too!" she said with a nod.

"Heeeey...these two look like they'd make a great couple!" Kokichi said. They held their cats together. One black and white, and the other, with its fiery red-orange fur.
"I couldn't agree more, Kokichi," Himiko replied, batting her eyelashes at him. The black and white cat's green eyes twinkled with mischief, while the ginger cat just hung there lazily in Himiko's arms. The black and white cat playfully swiped at the ginger cat. The ginger cat made an annoyed noise and pawed at the black and white one. The black and white cat nuzzled its head against the ginger's, and the ginger cat seemed to smile. Kokichi and Himiko giggled and set the cats down. The black and white cat nudged the ginger. He ran a few feet ahead, then stopped, waiting for the ginger to follow. The ginger stood up and trotted after the black and white. The black and white hopped up and down excitedly and broke off into a run. Kokichi wrapped his arm around Himiko's waist as they watched the the ginger catching up to the black and white, running alongside each other off to another adventure, no doubt.

Recently had FFS and BA done together. I was on HRT for 2 years, I had less than a cup despite good levels, bmi, genes etc. It was very depressing experience, having to wear a small a cup underwire cup just to feel like you have something. I picked around 400cc dual plane high profile implants, I haven't measured the size I got now (3mo post op in couple days). They were okay before they 'dropped' as in I liked how high up they were and nice round shape. Tolerable apart from big cleavage gap, which I am aware this can happen due to being AMAB.
Problem I have, I still get some pretty severe dysphoria due to how wide they are, I can fit 2-3 fingers in 'cleavage area' even with a bra, they don't bounce or move at all (surgeon said to be expected with small implant) but idk it feels so wrong like rocks or pecs. They just feel wrong and disappointment, after all that waiting it still feels like not a good fix. I feel I picked too small, I wanted to play safe and now I regret the results. Was aiming for C cups, they look B at most to me. No cash for revision anymore and would have to wait at least 1 year anyway for them to reoperate.
I am OK with FFS results, they are realistic for what we are working with would rate it 7/8 out of 10. My breast surgery would rate it 4/10, it gives me lot of discomfort and regret. So this wouldn't be body dysphoria instead failed surgery/severe dysphoria.
I just don't think I will get used to BA regardless if next 3 months passes or 1 year.
Anyone had to have revision? Was it much more expensive? Did you get result you wanted 2nd time round?

I lost a lot of weight in the past 1,5 years (64 lbs), which has resulted in bottom heavy boobs.
Luckily, they aren't actually sagging. I am pear-shaped by nature and have never had big boobs, even at my heaviest. I usually saw this as a curse and always wished for bigger boobs, but I guess it's a blessing since it meant I didn't get saggy boobs despite losing so much weight lol.
So there isn't really any sagging going on, but they have definitely had noticeable volume-loss, especially in the top part. so they are basically very bottom-heavy now.
Due to having semi-shallow boobs, I usually buy balcony bras - but due to them not having any volume on top any more, balcony bras make them look horrible and super deflated now. Because the bra-part stops exactly where they go in, so they look so sad and flat-chested. The bra itself covers the only place I have any volume. Normally, balcony bras helped me by having some of the top volume be visible, but since that volume is now gone, it makes my boobs look even worse than when I'm braless. The fabric covers the only actual volume I have, and the remaining, visible skin just makes me look flat-chested.
Any recommendations for what bra styles to look for instead? I haven't worn push-up bras since I was a teen, but I'm considering getting push-up bras again just to add some fake volume. Any other types of bras I should look for? Or any advice/words of sympathy? I feel so alone in this and I'm so sad because I'm only 32 and want to still enjoy my youth and my body, yet I feel SO self-conscious about my boobs having lost so much volume, I hate how they look now. I was really looking forward to finally have a summer where I could wear all the cute things due to my now-healthy weight, but I'm scared to even wear a bikini top at the beach now.
I don't really feel like surgery is an option because I don't need a lift, per se. They're not really sagging, my nipples are not pointing downwards. They've just had so much volume loss from the middle and up. I've always had small boobs, but at least they were full! Now I don't feel like they match my age/personality (If that even makes sense. I don't feel like they match who I am! I loved having full/perky boobs, even if they were small! Now they just make me look much older than I am I feel like).
I wear a size 75E, this is based on the calculator from this subreddit, and the size itself does seem to fit pretty well overall. There's no gaping, and (definitely) no spillover. The size generally seems to fit pretty well. Although they don't look like an 75E, due to being bottom-heavy and slightly shallow. Before my weight loss, I was an 85C (but that was possibly the wrong size, since I didn't know about this subreddit back then!)
ANY advice for bras, bra styles, clothes, chest exercises that might help or anything else I can do would be greatly appreciated.. As you can probably tell, I feel a bit upset and frustrated by this. You think weight loss will fix all your body issues... :) News flash, it doesn't!

Is it cold during most of the day, or does the weather vary? Should my nalgas and tatas be well covered? What does your ideal Portola fest ready bag consist of? Is staying in south SF out of the way? What time do people leave and is it safe to ride the train alone at that time of night? Am I going to need old lady sneakers, or is the venue small enough to where I won’t die if I wear cute shoes? Im old.. should I be starting the party late or ending it early? What time does the line get crazy? I bought vip.. is it worth it? Are the bathrooms gross? Do I need to bring my own TP? lol Anything good to eat, or should I stuff a sandwich in my bra?

Me and my boyfriend were on a trip in some forest land and we hired a local car.
The day went out smoothly until the late afternoon when suddenly on our way back to town our car broke down in middle of nowhere- a forest green field.
It was a hot summer weather.
We soon figured out that the vehicle had some deep issue and obviously which cannot be fixed by us and nowhere nearby was any village to get a mechanic.
We were kind of worried as it was a forest region no wild animals though and we may have to spend out night inside the car if we don't find any help soon.
Also, there wasn't any traffic as it was a remote region and hardly any truck or a small vehicle passes after a while.
Luckily we had some food so we stayed in the car for an hour just thinking and then came up with an idea about exploring the green filed and dense trees. We set-off in the nearby field walking by curiously and adventurous around the nature.
It was damn hot but the birds chirping and nature sounds made it soothing. I saw my boyfriend removed his shirt as we were sweating and he was just on his shorts. I too felt the same and removed my top but realized I wasnt on my bra as anyways I dont wear bra and suddenly I was nude on the top. It was crazy for both of us.
We roamed half nude through the filed chatting and tickling and touching each other until we found a water stream and a huge pond of fresh water. A sigh of relief for two thirsty sweaty bodies.
Without thinking we jumped into the natural pond and it was surprisingly cold enough to quench our bodies. We were uncomfortable on our clothes so came out and undressed completely and again jumped into the pond.
I was simply standing under the stream which was a small waterfall. It was an amazing feeling. I felt the urge to answer natures call so came out and went into the bushes to pee.
My man followed me and he saw me peeing and quietly without my notice put his palm under my pee to feel the warmth of it and I was clueless about it until he touched me down and I screamed shockingly. I shouted at him what the fuck was he doing as I was afraid like anything.
He immediately kissed me and grabbed me in his arms. He then carried me in his arms to the pond and almost threw me in the water. He too followed me.
I was nervous as well as afraid as I never experienced such things outside. We soon started kissing and fondling each other.
The water was neck deep and only our faces were out to kiss. I can feel his dick hard touching me as he groped kissed and fondled my breasts.
Soon we started the next level while standing itself he fingered me and I was shaking his dick.
He dived inside the water and started licking my pussy while I moaned, he then started fingering again and I can feel my vagina already expanded and water entering and exiting my pussy. It was too horny to feel.
He started rubbing his dick on my pussy in the water itself but couldn't get the grip properly so we proceeded towards the edge of the pond where I took the position of doggy style and he came in from behind.
And there we started our wild sex!!
I soon had an orgasm due to the fact of the sexual excitement of getting fucked in the wild.
That day was so different form the rest and my man was in full strength and power. Never ever he must have fucked me so hard and rough.
I knew nobody will ever hear me and I started screaming and moaning in the nature very loudly as he kept pounding me from every angles.
We both were very loud in expressing our emotions while the birds watched us getting fucked.
I wanted to try different positions and we climbed tress and fucked there,
we fucked in the fields
our minds were not in control not in senses and we were sexually mad & lost as the only thing in our mind was FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!
We climbed the stones
and fucked there too and
he cummed inside me
OMG his cums warmth made me squirt instantly
thus we both cummed together. He was still hard and I dont wanted him to loosen up and immediately grabbed his penis in my mouth without resting a bit and kept sucking
every ounce of his semen and he was hard in no time.
I wanted to fuck inside water so we went in the pond and kept fucking. I can feel water entering my pussy
along with his penis and bubbles blasting in. It was such a divine feeling. He then shifted to my ass
and started fucking like crazy.
We then came out and I wanted him to suck my vagina like a wild tiger he grabbed my pussy lips in his mouth and kept sucking like a hungry wolf and he kept pulling them so hard I was literally crying and shouting in pain but wanted him to continue.
My vagina was already swollen red and injured too and so was his penis.
Soon it was getting dark and all we can hear was our sex sound shouting and the water from the stream.
We got the jungle on fire with our sex.
It was that final time when we both wanted this to end but in a memorable way. We took missionery position
and he kept fucking hard and hard until he exploded inside me and I kept fingering my cunt until I squirted the final time
We both screamed so loudly may be someone heard us may be not but we surely weren't in out senses either.
One accident led us to the most sexual pleasurable incidence I can ever forget.
I have put it practically graphically with images though not of us but similar to what and how we did that day.
Hope you all love it :P

(24F, csa survivor, rape victim, $tripper)
My brains only way of perceiving myself as “valuable” is to be as “fuckable” as possible at all times. If I don’t appear “fuckable” I feel worthless. If another woman looks more “fuckable” than I do, my body fills with rage. I have to check the parent guide for shows/movies to make sure there aren’t women in sexually suggestive scenes so that my own fragile “fuckability” isn’t threatened. Like seriously wtf is wrong with me. I know I have other qualities. I know that I’m a pretty good friend, peer, girlfriend, coworker. But being pretty enough to be sexualized and mistreated by men is my only metric of value.
My current boyfriend is an angel but the fact that he doesn’t violently assault me during sex makes me feel like he doesn’t find me “fuckable” like what is even that? A man is sweet to me, wants me to be comfortable while having sex, and my brain is like “hmmm he isn’t forcing your head down on his penis, must be bc he settled for you and doesn’t actually like you”. I understand from a logical standpoint why all of this is ridiculous, but my sexually abused goblin brain holds onto these horrible sentiments as if they’re fact. I realize I’m being vain, childish, and honestly kinda gross. But this gut feeling that I’m worthless and useless if I’m not PERFECT physically at all times won’t go away. Ive had this mindset since I was a small child. I remember writing “push up bra” on my list to Santa one year ffs.
Has anyone come out of this mindset? Is there something I could tell myself, or add to my healing process that will help me see myself as HUMAN and not a walking sex doll?

I bought some bras off of Aimerfeel and they recently came in, but don't fit. I am pretty sure the band fits well enough but don't know if I should go up one cup size or two. The cup is small enough that it looks silly. The size on both of the bras are 65D because I wanted to see how two of their different styles fit.
https://imgur.com/a/JAdiEFr This should show the post with the images. I am also looking for suggestions mainly for high impact sports bras as the one I wear now(Siroko XS) doesn't hold too well to higher impact activities like running. I am hoping for one with the normal bra sizing because I might have more luck with the band and support. Any suggestions for a bra are still welcome though as it is hard to find any to fit. Underbust Tight 23.5, snug 24.5 loose at 26 Bust Standing 32 leaning 33.5 laying 30.

Starting to lose my mind over here and hoping you lovely humans can help. I'm a cis woman, early 30s, never been pregnant, no breast surgeries. Not really sure about shape but my breasts are heavy and saggy so I guess projected? When I bend 90 degrees and look in the mirror they're definitely full on top, but in real life they seem more full on the bottom because I have a lot of issues with gaping/loose fabric at the top of the cups (see photos below for details), I'm baffled by root width and have no clue about that one.
In terms of my measurements, I gotta be honest...I've measured 3 times and gotten different size recommendations each time, which is mildly embarrassing. Here we go:

1. Foolishly did not save the measurements but recommended size was 32GG.
2. Loose underbust 33", snug underbust 31.5", tight underbust 31", standing bust 40", leaning bust 43", lying bust 42.5". Recommended size 32G/GG with a note that sister size 34 FF/G might be more comfortable. I also got a little disclaimer that my calculated size may be less accurate due to the limitations of the calculator. Kinda side-eying this one because a 34 band is definitely too big for me.
3. Loose underbust 32.5", snug underbust 31", tight underbust 30.5, standing bust 42", leaning bust 43", lying bust 41". Recommended size 32H with the same disclaimer as above.

My number one requirement for a bra is that it ABSOLUTELY MUST NOT SHOW UNDER CLOTHES (including thin T-shirts). No visible edge of the cup, no visible seams, no visible lace, no visible patterns, NOTHING. Other important factors are no itchy lace anywhere and no rough irritating seams pressing into my breasts. I would really prefer molded cups to prevent nipple showthrough, but I've pretty much resigned myself to needing to wear nipple covers at this point.
I'm now on my second large order of bras from Amazon and all of them are underwhelming. Help! Below are 5 bras from this order with photos and commentary. I always scoop and swoop before photographing.

• Panache Elan 32GG: actually pretty decent when I'm standing up straight without moving BUT the cups gape MASSIVELY as soon as I move my arms and the gaping cup edge is super visible through clothes. Also I think maybe the underwires are a little too close together in the center?? https://imgur.com/a/edPxIpS
• Fantasie Rebecca Essentials 32GG: feels okay but sorta lacking in the lift department, has a floating gore, and same issue with arm movement as the Panache https://imgur.com/a/KMZqo6z
• Freya Idol 32GG: The lateral sides of the cup come up waaaay too high and stab me in the armpit/front armpit(?), and the straps dig in to my side armpits as well. I have this issue with every Freya bra. Also, the gore is floating again. https://imgur.com/a/Se9NZ1N
• Fantasie unmolded balcony 32G (the amazon link photo looks molded, but it's a lie -- see the customer photos in the reviews section): Fits pretty well EXCEPT for a lot of gapping and wrinkling at the tops of the cups despite maximal scooping and swooping. I previously tried this bra in a 32FF and the cups were too small and caused quadboob. :( https://imgur.com/a/wrt1JzQ
• Elomi Smooth Unlined Underwire Bra 32GG (same molded situation as above): This one is pretty good!! But still with some gapping/loose fabric at the tops of the cups. It doesn't come in a 32G or I'd try that. https://imgur.com/a/w9nPZfJ

I previously tried a bunch of Freya and Fantasie bras in 32G and they were all too small in the cup (except the one above). Starting to think Freya/Fantasie is just not my jam.
THANK YOU to anyone who made it through that. I'll take any advice you have to offer.

I (27F) have an older brother, 33M. We didn't get along very much as kids due to the age gap, not for my lack of trying. I never really understood why my brother didn't really like spending time with me, because he was one of my favorite people in the world, despite all his bullying.
For context, I'll give some examples of what my brother has done to me over the years with some vague age ranges of when they occurred.
When I was about 3, my brother convinced me that red was orange and orange was red because I was learning my colors in preschool. He also used to steal food like tater tots off my little high chair tray and would pretend he didn't do anything when my mom checked on why I was crying (I was NOT a fussy baby/toddler, so it set off alarm bells when I did.)
I think when I was 4 or 5, my brother came into my room after I had already been put to bed, and he woke me up. Thing is, he was hovering over me with a scary mask on, only the hallway light, and a butterknife. Not sure I really have to explain why that was traumatic. I'm still afraid of masks to this day.
When I was around 10-12, my brother kept drinking all the milk or kool aid that I would make and never replenish/remake it. I told him to stop, he wouldn't, of course. My mom was fostering other children and didn't have time for squabbles like this. So I very visibly spit on top of the kool aid pitcher and left the lid off so it was seen. What does my (reminder, 17-19) brother do? He wrenches the bowl of cereal I'm currently eating out of my hands, spits in it, and shoves it back at me hard enough that it spilled all over me. Now, I'm not an angry person. I'm not a violent person. But I was still a child and fed up with being bullied by someone who was/almost an adult. I never tried getting physical before because I was so much smaller, but I hit puberty kind of early. So I splashed the bowl back at him to see how he liked it. He threw me to the ground and hit me. My mom had to break us up and told us we were both to blame, so he didn't even get punished.
Several times, he would turn the lights off on me when I was on the other side of the room in the basement away from the switch, because I was afraid of the dark for a very long time.
We had Sonic Adventure 2 we shared. If we ever fought about something, or I reminded him it was my turn, he threatened to say goodbye forever to my chao. I am extremely soft hearted so that accomplished what he wanted.
Sometimes I would notice my things go missing. I had assumed maybe my mom put them away somewhere and forgot, but I'm pretty sure I know what happened to them. Especially gamecube games-- Those discs were tiny! He was pawning them for drug and booze money. One time he was drunk and admitted he had been selling his adderall for other drugs. That came to a head one terrible Christmas Eve. Brother was home for the holiday and I'm not very clear on what events led up to it, but my parents caught my brother in the bathroom with a baggie of various drugs that he was already doing. He insisted it was just weed, but my parents didn't believe that. I wouldn't know, I only briefly saw the bag, but it was full of both a large green ball of like leaves and lots of white powder. It was a vicious screaming match for a few hours. I hid out in my room on a different floor and played a video game as loud as I could so I didn't have to hear my family. The screams died down after a while, and I cautiously went out of my room. My brother had left the house for a while. I had a few holiday assignments and decided to just crank them out while my family cooled off, and I did it at the dining room table because that's where our Christmas tree was too and I desperately needed that good cheer magic. I was quietly writing, not saying anything, not making much noise, when my brother came back in the house. He stopped off at the kitchen for something and muttered something rude and belittling to me. At this point I'm a preeten-early teen and he had already ruined the day that had always been magical to me before, as my grandma used to stay over with us on Christmas Eve. She had died rather recently at the time. And I can't tell you exactly what I said. I think I've blocked out as much as I can. I made some snide remark, something like 'at least I don't do drugs' and in the next second I was yanked out of my chair. My brother picked me up by the neck and slammed me against the wall. I know I clawed and kicked against the wall as hard as I could. I blacked out, and I woke up on the floor with my parents absolutely screaming at him that he could have killed me. As a side note to the whole ordeal, he never apologized, and it's made my adult life a lot harder as weed becomes more and more commonplace. Just the thought of it used to send me in a panic attack, I could feel the hands choking me again. I've gotten better about dealing with it, but I still refuse to have it in any part of my life whatsoever. It's cost me a few relationships.
When I was in college, my brother had moved back in with me and my parents because his girlfriend dumped him for being a piece of shit that worked at walmart and did nothing but drink all day despite having a state paid scholarship, that he wasted, because he couldn't keep his GPA above 2.8. He was a music major. The classes he took were things like 'History of Jimi Hendrix' and 'The Beatles'. He just partied too much to even attend class. He took the dog they got with him, not at all prepared for her. The dog is a high energy breed that is difficult to train, and we had two small 5-10 pound dogs at home. At 1 year old, bro's dog was about 30 pounds. He often left for several hours during summers/breaks when I was home, without telling anyone, knowing that I would either hear the dog cry if he crated them and feel bad and let them out or that I wouldn't banish them to a crate if they were already in a room with me. The dog bullied our other dogs and bit at everyone. Dog was incredibly overly protective of my brother-- Trait of the breed. I was back at college for a few months and had spent a good month mourning the loss of a 5 year relationship. I never really heard anything from him. Then out of the blue, my brother asks me if I can let him and dog stay for the night (we live 2 hours from the college) because my mom had kicked him out. The dog had bit her and she snapped at my brother to control his f'ing dog and he responded by calling her, the woman who birthed him, payed for his other college costs, paid back loans he promised to pay to other family members, never charged him rent, and he called her a f'ing female dog. She snapped. While I agree that my mom was completely in the right to do that, I have too soft of a heart to just leave him with nowhere to go. He promised it was just a night so he could get in touch with some friends closer to home and figure shit out. I let him come to me.
I really regret that decision.
At the time I had a new roommate (she was very nice though, I liked her) and a sort of FWB who doted on me for a little while. I texted FWB and asked if he could bring some alcohol by-- I was still 19 at the time, underage to buy it, but FWB was old enough and agreed the man could probably do with a drink. We stayed out on our little porch area to make sure that we wouldn't be disturbing my roomie in any way while we socialized. My brother got really wasted. He told me terrible things about our deceased grandmother (who he knew I had really loved growing up, and had no idea about who she really was because she had always loved me). And he laughed. He laughed when he saw the discomfort on my face. My FWB was feeling pretty bad for me and suggested we go to bed because it was also like 3 in the morning and both of us had class in the morning, so we go inside. The apartment has a shared common room/living room, little kitchen area, and laundry closet. My bedroom is on one side and roomie's was on the other-- Both bathrooms are also ensuite to the bedroom. So I went in and changed out of my clothes into something comfier to sleep in and crawled into my bed, letting my brother do his own thing in the bathroom. I'm just trying to rest and suddenly my brother is pulling me out of my bed and dragging me out of my own room. He's yelling that he's taking my bed, did I really expect him to take the couch? And I'm not very confrontational. I'm flustered, tired, and honestly a little afraid after the neck choke incident. FWB steps in like a hero and tries to calmly explain that its my bed, and I will sleep in it, I have been kind enough to let him stay and he should not be so ungrateful. Brother fucking loses his mind. Starts screaming his head off about how selfish I am and how reliant I am on our parents and won't be able to do anything on my own as an adult (I was financially dependent on my parents at 19 while in college, shocker). He starts drunkenly trying to pick up his dog's toys and searching for his keys, and both FWB and I step in and tell him he can't go driving like this, after like half a bottle of fireball. He at least needs to sober up before he can drive. I stand in front of the front door, as my brother is still searching for his keys, and there is no way I'm letting him out of here right now. Brother has found his keys, and starts pulling at me and hurting me. Lucky for me, FWB had been a pretty good wrestler in highschool. He got my brother pinned down and I snatched the keys, hiding over by the sink in case I had to throw them in there. He's screaming his head off and my poor roommate comes out and asks what the hell is going on because she knows I'm very quiet and tend to keep visitors in my room. I'm like half sobbing trying to explain and the FWB, still pinning my brother, tells her that we're trying to keep him from drunk driving. My roommate does not play around with that. She was in nursing school, and had recently lost a friend to a drunk driver. I don't know how it worked, but she put on her stern nurse tone and told my brother that he was free to leave when he sobered up, or she herself would be calling the cops on him, and both me and FWB could press additional charges for assault. He reluctantly agreed to this condition and FWB let him off the floor, but sat in front of the front door just in case. When he was sobered up, he left, saying 'I hope you like mom and dad, because I'm not your family anymore'.
And that was devastating. I couldn't stop crying. My FWB went back to bed with me and laid me down in bed and let me cry until I passed out. He skipped his class that day to be there for me. I know I don't paint a good picture of my brother, but I did/do love him. I thought now that we were older that he'd mellowed out and we could be good friends like I always wanted. I mean, I made like 300 fake facebook accounts back in the day to vote for his band to be a headliner at a large concert. Just a few years prior when he was home on a break he introduced me to a TV show we binged and he let my lay on his shoulder. (I was/am very touch starved but paralyzed by fear that I'm annoying the other person, and all my friends were made later in life and are states away). When Pokemon Go came out we would take late night drives around quiet places of town while hunting pokemon together. We traded off the controller on online battlefield games and compared scores and the most ridiculous deaths. I really thought that he loved me too, finally, after years of resentment.
He didn't speak to me for 2 years. I didn't find out until later, but my parents lied for him on my behalf that he still loved me and was just annoyed, and gave me birthday/christmas presents that they told me had been from him, just that he was working. I really treasured those objects when I didn't know the truth about them. I got a really stupid mug with the first letter of my name on it in pink and zebra print (two things I don't really enjoy) but I used that thing every single day.
So, these are glimpses into my previous relationship with my brother. I don't really remember when he started speaking to me again, but I sure know he never apologized. He had finally hit rock bottom and asked my father to put in a good word for him at (insert facility with decent pay and good benefits but hard work), which he had previously rejected by telling my parents that it was a shit job. My brother's name got put closer to the top of the resumes. He got in. It wasn't easy work, or comfy sometimes, but it paid well enough to endure that, I guess. My brother used to be rather athletic.
Between the cut off point and then, my brother had worked at a (also generic job) a town or two over and hated the commute. He also happened to find a girlfriend with an apartment sort of close by. She didn't like having him over because of his dog, and almost never let him do any overnight. But now that my brother had a better paying job, she was willing to move in with him, of course. My brother bought a house in our home town and she came with it. She pays a ridiculously low amount of rent to my brother.
If she was home and brother wasn't, the dog stayed crated up because she didn't want to deal with it. Both of them worked, but her job isn't at all difficult. And yet somehow, sometimes pulling doubles, my brother ended up doing most of everything. My brother, who didn't learn to do his laundry until his 20s, ate pizza every single day, and had left used condoms on the floor of his bedroom in our parents house when he left. He did most of the cooking because she says she's bad at it. But will make pies for her mom. When the holidays came around, instead of discussing or rotating, they will always go to her family first. If my brother can come to ours at all. He often misses entire occassions (we don't go out big, but like, cmon. Hand your dad the gift card on his birthday at least, not 2 weeks later).
I also used to get to hangout or see my brother sometimes. Maybe once every few weeks, and it was fun! It was the friendship I had always dreamt of. Now I can't even get him to do anything online with me from the comfort of his own home. I don't have a single text from him this year past 1/27.
At first, we all understood. She was quirky. I was quirky. We share several similar traits and interests. I used to like that and be excited to have a family member like me, but now I dread the day she becomes family.
Let's start with the smoking car. Me and my parents were driving near his street so we could cut through to the highway, and out of nowhere, black smoke starts coming from the hood. My father tells me and my mom to get out and he'll get it to my brother's and out of the road to look at it and see what was going on. This was like.... early August. It was very hot outside. Since I've 'been in the house before' and 'know what it's like' I am 'allowed' to come into my brother's house to cool off. But GF refuses letting in either of them, referring to the messy state of the house. Which, okay, fair-- But its HER messes. My brother cleans up after her. I learned later that GF snapped at him about his family always coming over unannounced and how she has to hurry to put on a bra and everything is messy and we can't just drop in its rude! She says, as her mother and brother do the exact same thing, in a house she doesn't own. But my family let it be water under the bridge for now. My brother called me a f'in a'hole for telling my mom about the conversation. Because my mom was livid.
The next thing is my father. My dad's family has a pretty big history of strokes and heart attacks, and he's had one heart attack. My dad had been in pain all day and he finally gave up at about 3AM and woke my mom up to drive him to the hospital. I don't have a license at this point, so there's little that I can do. My mom says the surgery he probably needs isn't even done here and they're transferring him, my mom asked me to keep my brother in the loop. So I told him about this and about the time they would reach the hospital, because my mom dad gran and I share locations. I asked if he would take me up, I had a bag full of things that might make him more comfortable or less stressed. The hospital they're taking our dad to is a little over an hour away. Everyone is more or less frantic. My brother is talking to work for him, I'm making sure that for however many hours that our pets will be okay and talking to my mom's work. We drive there and nothing major happens, but it was so... Uncomfortable? Tense. The thing that's hurting my dad is a blocked or enlarged blood vessel that cuts off oxygen to the tissue around it, which, cells die, and you really need your colon, the area my dad has an issue with. The thing is, until they can do the surgery, it was like he was a ticking time bomb. My brother takes me home when visitor hours are over and I hold my dogs tight. The next day is filled with lots of pricks pokes and prods at my dad so we don't go that day. We do go the day after, Friday. My brother's GF is in the truck with him. I'm not really paying attention to much of anything because for all we know my dad could die before we got there. Brothers' GF goes to get some snacks from the long drive and the fact that she's not exactly family yet. My brother, mom and I rotate who is away in the cafe and eating with GF. I see GF and my brother whispering angrily at each other. She's tugging at his arm. I manage to pick up 'We're going to miss my mom's dinner!" And I am just stunned. Her mother has a small family dinner every single friday and makes meatloaf. His GF wanted us to head back from our critical father, because she didn't want to miss a weekly event. And I really have to hand it to my brother for not snapping right then and there. He waited until we were in his truck and out of the hospital parking lot and says "How in the f'ck do you say something to me like that? Like, for real, wtf!" GF starts crying and says its a family tradition and her mom is all she has left-- False. She has her mom, sister, and brother, at least. Her father died in a car incident that hospitalized her as a kid. So my brother snaps again like 'are you seriously telling me you value a f'ing loaf of meat over a life? we have no idea what will happen, my dad could die within the hour and i'm not there, he could die tomorrow, how long d-" And GF cuts him off wailing that her dad is dead. Which, yes, is a horrifyingly traumatic experience. But she does not get to play the 'my dad is dead' card ten years after the fact, to justify leaving our possibly dying father before visiting hours ended. She tried to emotionally blackmail my brother by apologizing to me through tears that this must be so hard for me but honestly I was doing my best to block it out, staring at pictures of dogs in hammocks. I shared my brother's sentiment.
But wait, there's more! Remember that car accident GF had years ago? You would think that, if nothing else, she would be empathetic for someone/their family in a car crash? You'd be wrong! I was rear ended at 60 mph right in front of my house after coming home from work (the ambulance took me straight back to work lmao). The physical damage to me was pretty minimal, bruises and a sprained ankle because my foot was pressed on the brake, waiting for an opportunity to cross into the driveway. This was late October 2020. Covid regulations were pretty strict. So I was alone in a room for a while and in pain. My parents had followed the ambulance. My dad had actually heard the crash and went 'huh she usually comes home now' and runs over after seeing the wreckage. My parents had the crash footage, grainy, but there thanks to the cameras set up outside our house. I hadn't realized it by that point but I had a pretty good concussion, and I was hurt, and scared. I was texting my mom constantly but my dad had left his phone at home in the rush to get my mom and she hadn't charged her phone, they'd been in the parking lot for like an hour and a half already. They promised me they'd be back soon, they'll just pop in and let my brother know since he lives nearby. My parents didn't even ask to like, stay and sit with them instead of a cold car. My mom asked to pee and to borrow a charging cable (they had one, GF has the same model phone) given the, you know, situation. My brother barely cracked the door to speak with them. He said no, because GF was uncomfortable, because they were waiting for their second negative test to come in. Read that again. They had tested negative. It's not like my mom would go near anyone to the bathroom either-- The back door that's used more often is literally inches away from the bathroom door. My brother didn't even try to argue with his GF about his own home and some empathy for someone else dealing with a car crash. It absolutely disgusted my parents. And later on brother told me he got another earful about our parents just dropping in without notice and its like? Excuse me? Its his house!
Unfortunately, a tire popped on my parents' car when we were nearby. It was like, 3 years since the first issue with the car. I went inside and asked my brother to let my mom in because its raining. GF did not like that, and didn't realize I could overhear her down the hall, arguing with my brother and his family again. I went over the next day to my brother and he was actively cleaning up GF's mess so it wouldn't be as 'embarassing' for her. I sat him down and talked to him as realistically as I could. I have depression, anxiety, emotional abuse trauma, agorophobia, and very few friends. But I'm okay. He started very quietly expressing his frustration towards GF. She doesn't do much around the house or contribute financially, lets her family over but not his, him doing most of the cooking despite regularly pulling 12s. I sat there calmly, because of course I knew this. This is what makes the situation somewhat even more sticky. I asked my brother, "Do you actually love someone like that? Or are you afraid to be alone?" He's been in one relationship or another for most of my life. Lately he had been confiding in me about how bad his mental health was falling and I was like 'that's not a slump, that's. that's depression.' So when I asked my brother the question, he hesitated. That spoke loudly enough in my opinion. But then I also saw my brother's face crumpling as he admitted he just didn't want to be alone. GF wants babies but my brother knows with her medical history and condition on top of being so lazy and bluntly told me she would not be a good mother and hopes to God that day doesn't come. He is so unhappy being with her. We both heard the rustling of a comforter and my brother lowered his panicky voice and asked me to leave so she doesn't see me here. That is incredibly messed up, especially since its his name on the house. I haven't seen my brother at his house since then, and that was over 2 years ago.
During COVID, GF started working from home, and it stayed that way. My brother still takes care of most things.
In the mean time, he's proposed to her. Yeah. I managed to save things when all our faces dropped at the Christmas dinner he announced their engagement at. My brother calls her by a nickname that was also the name of a beloved family dog that had passed away only one month ago. My dad and my reactions at that time were genuine confusion and sadness about him bringing up our passed pet. Everything was pretty quiet after that. When we got home, I texted my brother and told him that hearing our dog's name in conversation after losing her so recently shattered us, be we were, in fact, happy for his engagement.
I lied.
None of us want him to marry her. I dread the day that I get a wedding invitation or GF shows up pregnant. She would be a terrible mother. My brother is aware of the fact that my parents think she's a rude, inconsiderate brat that only thinks of herself, from that earlier conversation that I talked to my parents about. My mom snapped that they don't have to like her, all they were required to do was be civil, and we are, so shut up.
At larger family functions GF tends to gravitate around me. Like I said, we have similar interests and personalities. And I have never told her to get lost or had it in me to upfront tell her we don't like her. I am absolutely horrible at confrontation, but my patience is wearing thin.
Last year my parents set up brunch for Mother's Day. We were at the table when my brother called and said they were going to urgent care because GF had another one of her migraines that make her vomit. Which, she takes medicine and has injectable solutions. Some situation always comes up with her right before my brother would come to us.
My parents tried again with the Mother's Day brunch last week. On the day of, he said that he was too tired to come, can we try next week? Please insert the eyeroll of the century.
Because of our clear dislike, my brother doesn't often bring his GF around anymore on the offchance she lets him. It occurred to me that my parents planned the same brunch as last year, and I was dreading my question. "Is GF coming with us for brunch?" They don't know. All my brother did was confirm the time and place. The thought of having to deal with her in the morning and pretend that I don't see her for what she is, is already exhausting me. I can barely get my brother to even play online with me. I feel like this has been festering long enough that at some point, its all going to overflow at once. But I am absolutely disgusted by how she takes advantage of my brother's fear of being alone and how the world revolves around her.
I had a dream the other day, actually, it was a good dream. I was at their wedding, and the priest guy said the standard 'speak now or hold your peace' and I stood up and loudly shouted OBJECTION! Every single person in the room turned to look at me, one because I don't raise my voice like that, two my patience is vast, and three, to upset me to this level of shouldering my anxiety by making a spectacle of myself. I then explained every detail, especially how much she was charged for rent, that my brother admitted he wasn't happy, and I wanted better for him than to just be an ATM maid.
If I bring this up to my brother again, I may lose him forever. But if I don't, he may be miserable together. And on the third side-- Do I actually really want my brothers' friendship at this point? Like, I'm definitely fed up dealing with his GF like she is. Plus, I pointed out and reiterated to him before that he admitted he wasn't happy.
I am very, very quiet by default. Never got into much trouble. I was and still am a gentle soul at my core being. If things get to a point where I cross lines of polite manners and call someone out on their bs, people around know that someone did something almost unforgivable. I'm wondering if my brother would know that.
TLDR; Brother's fiancee is disliked for good reason. My brother has isolated. I miss him, but also never want to see him again. I want to remind him that this marriage isn't a good idea, but I don't want to antagonize him.

Hi! Summary: I could really use a bra recommendation; I need an everyday 36DD bra and my current bra does not come in that size.
The only bra I’ve ever been able to wear without pain is the “Warner's Women's Cloud 9 Super Soft Wireless Lightly Lined Comfort Bra (1269),” which I only managed to find after nearly a decade of searching for a bra that didn’t make me lose my mind.
I recently gained some weight, so my typical 36C got too small in the cups. I sized up to a 36D but I am still having spillage on top. Unfortunately, the bra does not come in a 36DD.
The issue is worsened because I have asymmetrical breasts (one is always about a cup size larger), so the spillage is very noticeable on only one (I wear a fabric insert on the other side typically, though that’s never been the best solution—just don’t know what else to do to make them look even).
Any suggestions for similar bras that come in 36DD would be appreciated—especially if they can be tried on in a US store. Similar would be—adjustable straps, soft, no underwire, and the center gore doesn’t touch in between the breasts (I don’t love the lines that appear on a shirt when there’s that gap because of that), but I can still jump in it, without the girls flying, haha.
Thank you for any time spent!!

It has been a long journey getting to this point and it's not even done yet, just wanted to put out my experience. Went to MEPS yesterday (25F) Btw this will be a pretty long post just to explain the whole process.
0330 : Woke up and ate breakfast
0430 - 0500 : Drove to MEPs and waited outside, got there before the bus/shuttle got there so I was one of the first people who checked in when we went inside the building.
0530 - 1100 : TIP BE ONE OF THE FIRST PEOPLE TO CHECK IN, it will help you get done faster than everyone else, I ended up being the first one done with the whole process.
I got my blood pressure done first because the people doing it were ready already (Dont drink anything with caffeine, this will cause you to have a higher BP) . Then got into audio with 2 other people since everyone else was still being checked in. You sit in this little room and you have to put on these headphones with a buzzer thing in your hand and you click the button every time you hear the sound. For me they were 3 beeps and they changed the tone each time to make sure how much you can hear. (What helped me was controlling my breathing and closing my eyes to really focus) Then did visual. Passed the color blind test. I have never worn glasses in my life but for some reason, the machines at MEPs is either prehistoric or something because I felt like I was blind doing the test. I could not see the lettering for my life, lmk if you had the same experience hahaha I struggled. Ended up doing pretty well with the depth perception, but I had to keep moving my head just to see if any of the circles popped out at me.
I was already done with 3 of the stations before we were all sat down for the medical brief, where they stated what was happening that day and the things we would expect to experience. Other people probably only had 1 or 2 things done at this point.
After that, they gave us the breathalyzer test (TIP: DO NOT DRINK THE NIGHT BEFORE OR USE MOUTH WASH WITH ALCOHOL IN IT FOR IT WILL CAUSE THE TEST TO BE TRIGGERED) and all lined up again to get assigned what station we would start with first. I ended up getting my urinalysis done first (thank god because I needed to pee so bad). Now there will be a worker there to watch you pee, don't mind them they don't want to be in that position as much as you do, just pee in the cup and go. DRINK LOTS OF WATER, you wouldn't want your pee looking like apple juice. Girls if you're on your period, it is okay. I was on mine when I went, I just put a tampon in and called it a day. Then you turn in your pee at this window, they do a pregnancy test and you have to wait for the results.
Then I got my blood drawn. The MEPS I went to, they were pretty nice, if anyone was feeling queasy about blood or needles, or if you feel weak after the blood draw, tell the workers and they will take care of you and give you water or a snack. Girl doing it was pretty gentle with it, I have small veins and when I get my blood drawn, nurses usually have to use a butterfly needle but this time she didn't have to.
After all that, I was ready to meet with the doctor, I got lucky that the MEPS I went to, there were like 5 female doctors so during my physical I didn't have to worry if I was being checked by a male doctor. Did my medical history interview first with the doctor, nothing got flagged other than a few things that were cleared off. Then I stripped to my underwear and bra, did all of the movements (head turns, heel toe walks, checked my spine, mobility, checked my ears and eyes and mouth, etc.) and that's where I did the duck walk. This whole process was 1 on 1. Then I stripped naked and put on the paper robe, laid on the doctor's office bed and she checked every inch of my body, from head to toe. Looked for lumps, lesions, self harm scars, scratches, injuries (I have a lot of healed injuries on my legs from childhood and sports and she cleared them). Then the most invasive part of the process everyone talks about, happened. Where she looked at my reproductive organs and my butthole. Again, I was on my period so I did inform her beforehand just as a courtesy and she didn't pay no mind to it. They're professional doctors, I am sure they have seen or experiences worse. The position was vey similar to when you're getting a wax done down there and the process of them looking was like 1 second. It really was not bad, and I know for a fact that isn't something they want to be doing anyways LOL so then she told me to put on all my clothes while she charted. I sat back down at the seat where we did the medical history interview and she told me that I passed!!!
After I went to my liaison's office and that's where I started my process of swearing into the DEP! and by 1200, I was done. If ya'll any questions, lmk. I will answer them to the best of my ability! Good luck! :))))

Sorry for the novel, I'm neurodivergent and absolutely incapable of being brief.
All sizes are US/Canadian unless otherwise noted.
First a little back story. I've known how to somewhat properly measure bra sizes for years (I say somewhat because I was only using a standing measurement for bust), but before finding this sub I knew nothing about shape. So I was trying to fit my super projected, short-rooted and pendulous boobs into terrible store-branded, tall and shallow molded cups. Obviously that was failing miserably so I just assumed that bra sizes were wildly inconsistent and that my theoretical size of 42DDD meant nothing. Of course, with me using standing bust only, the DDD was an understimation anyway and I was probably more of a 42H. Eventually I did figure out that bras with soft cups, especially stretchy unlined cups, fit a little better and more consistently, but I still knew nothing about shape.
Then I had a baby. My boobs surprisingly didn't grow much while pregnant, but after I started breastfeeding they exploded. All the nursing bras I could find came in letter sizes and none of them really fit. I wore the largest size available in Kindred Bravely for about a year although it felt a bit tight, or no bra at all when I was home. Then a few months ago I started looking into wired bras again, because now I only breastfeed twice a day (morning and night before bed) so I don't need nursing clothes, and I hate my nursing bras and wireless bras in general, and I'm just ready to look good in my clothes again rather than a shapeless blob.
I found Understance (probably because of an ad or something) and their site bras as projected, shallow, full on top/bottom, etc. so I started googling these terms and found ABTF posts explaining them. I determined I was very projected, but I still used my standing-bust-only technique for sizing so I ended up ordering an Understance Anya in 42I. When I put it on I thought it was perfect, then after a few hours the underwire was digging and hurting and I thought the band might be too small so I re-measured but my underbust is 41.5 inches so that made no sense. I ended up on the ABTF calculator and saw it used a leaning measurement and thought "Genius!" and anyway I'm a 42J/K now.
Then I lurked on ABTF some more and since then I've bought the following bras:

• Elomi Cate 42GG UK. I know, not projected enough but it was on sale and babies are expensive. It's decent enough to wear but gore doesn't really tack once I start moving.
• Elomi Energize 42GG UK. Same issue but probably the best sports bra I can find.
• Understance Ivy 42J. Let's not even talk about that one.
• Understance Yara 42J. The Yara is AMAZING, it would check all my boxes IF it came in 42K. Gore tacks, nice and stretchy, low enough wires for my short torso, all perfect except I get some bulging on the right side when I move. Dammit.

Then I fell down the Ewa Michalak rabbit hole. I think the SF and FB-PL models might work for me but they're so hard to find and expensive in Canada. But I finally bit the bullet and ordered a FB-PL in 100H (EM sizing). I'm waiting for it now and anxious to try it.
I'm tempted to get an Understance Anya in 42J or K since the one I have is actually pretty good if you ignore the too small cup size, and it's nicely projected and actually comes in K cups unlike the Yara. I also want to try the Elomi Matilda and maybe Lucy. Also open to other recommandations.
But that finally brings me to the question in the title. I'm still breastfeeding twice per day and I don't want to spend a fortune on bras if I'm going to shrink when I stop. Am I going to go back to ~42H? Is my 42I Anya going to start fitting perfectly? Is the super expensive Ewa Michalak I bought going to still fit (assuming it fits when I receive it)? I want bras that fit now but I also don't want to spend too much money if they won't fit later so I'm not sure what to do anymore.

hey all, i’ve been having some bad flare ups. my eczema appears in small bumpy clusters, not really spreading but deeply irritated by the friction of literally any fabric. most of the scarring is under my chest from my bra and so on. note: i have a plus sized girl so i have physical layers. i stopped using a form of hydrocortisone two years ago when i noticed it didn’t really help with the scarring/dark spots. my doc refuses to prescribe anything strong sooo i’ve been using shea butter. it’s been a week and i like it. it does the trick only if i apply in the am and pm. but for example rn i laid down to nap and i am just scratching. anyone else have any other products that are natural that has helped regain moisture?
ps. i stopped using dial soap and switched to basic, a soap for people with extremely sensitive skin and that’s been nice. i’ve been avoiding all irritants.