One of the perenniel surprises of being female is occasionally getting yourself
re-sized for bras.
So just to take my mind off the terribly important, life-changing decisions I have to make over the next few weeks, my happy little life as a D with occasional delusions of double-D grandeur is officially over. Now I am either a 34E or a 32F.
Me: F???!!!
Saleslady who clearly gets this a lot, firmly: Yes.
I think this is due to weight gain. Now I am conflicted about getting fit.
OK, not really.