Just slightly over seven years ago, I was trying to find lingerie for my honeymoon. I was virginal in the most literal way; frankly, the thought of anyone – even my soon-to-be-husband – seeing me without my clothes on seemed utterly frightening.
After one short trip, I realized lingerie shopping with my mom was about as comfortable as eating a banana peel (sorry, Mom, you know I love you, but it’s true). So I ventured out to Ye Olde Victoria’s Secret all by my lonesome.
I felt like I tried on everything in the store to no avail. Apparently there just aren’t a lot of double D-women shopping there for untrashy lingerie. My chest ranneth over.
I’m thinking all this medieval language is my way of making talking about lingerie shopping not embarassing for myself, by the way.
The tears I fought started to spill until I reached the depths of Dillard’s department store. It was like angels started singing as the kindest women I had ever met sought out for me the perfect honeymoon ensembles. I told them the absolute truth and they catered to my every need. I just remember the ache of relief I felt as I left, bags in hand. I could have hugged all of the saleswomen.
Flash forward, oh, seven years and a few weeks. I am once again dealing with My Least Favorite Part of Breastfeeding. For the better part of a year I’ve been battling bras. I try them on. They don’t fit. I order online, which is just about the only place I can find my size. They don’t fit.
Yesterday in Kohl’s, I started to cry. Is there seriously no one else in America with a large chest who’d like to be able to try on her undergarments before purchasing them? I don’t think I’m that much of an anomaly. I mean, really!
Stifling the tears, I saw a mall Dillard’s across the road. I decided to make one last stop.
And you know what? Those same tears welled back up as I saw THEY HAD BIG CUP SIZES. Like, more than one style. Many. Not only that, the sweetest saleswoman I’ve encountered in over seven years came to my side and blessed me with her kind spirit and helpful hands.
I guess this is all to say, thank you Dillard’s. Thank you for stocking items you might not sell all the time just for women like me. I hereby pledge allegiance to your lingerie department. You rock.
And you should give Elayne at the Valley Hills Mall a raise.