Liz is a wife, a mother, a daughter, and a friend. I’ve known Liz for over twenty years. We grew up together…. Both literally & figuratively. We’ve experienced life together; we’ve supported each other throughout life’s joys and tribulations…. Education, part-time jobs, careers and changes in career, boyfriends and break-ups, hobbies/interests, ideas and crazy hair-brained schemes, buying homes, moving cross country (and back again), the illness of parents, the birth of her daughter, marital bliss and marital decline, my divorce and so on…. Throughout our lives, we’ve gone months without speaking (simply because life got in the way) and we’ve gone years where we’ve been inseparable. We’ve watched one another evolve and grow as women- physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.
Having been in the intimate apparel industry for over ten years, I’ve come to terms with the fact that my perspective may be a bit biased (or perhaps even distorted). So, I have asked Liz to join me in writing for Bra La Mode. As a novice, Liz brings a fresh perspective to Bra La Mode. Her opinions reflect her own experience and are not necessarily the opinions of me, Moira Nelson, or of Bra La Mode as a company. We do not edit the content of Liz’s articles. This is intentional. We want our readers to hear her authentic perspective as a wife, a mother, a daughter, and a friend.
Join me in welcoming my friend Liz to Bra La Mode…….
Does the title alone have you humming Whitney Houston, possibly accompanied by an Oprah style montage in your head? Are you slightly ashamed to admit that, even across this computer screen? Yeah, me too.
My name is Liz. But I could be Sue or Jodi or Laura or Debbie or whatever your name is. Although my seven year old daughter likes to say we are all unique and different, the truth of the matter is we wives and mothers, daughters, sisters, friends, and grandmas are all alike in some ways. We are too busy to think about our breasts and what to put them in.
Me and My girl
I buy my bras at Target, where I buy the rest of my clothes, in the five minutes I have between picking up things for the rest of my household and running another errand. I wear leggings and dresses and flats to work because that’s what Target carries and it takes too long to try on pants. When I take a day, or who am I kidding, a few hours to go shopping with a girlfriend, I spend that time slogging from store to store in search of clothes for my daughter, not myself. I buy everything for myself on borrowed time, or at least that’s how it feels.
I don’t personally know one woman, married or single, with or without kids, who does it any differently.
So, that often quoted statistic comes as no surprise to me: 85% of women are wearing the wrong sized bra. Frankly, I’m surprised that number isn’t higher
I’ve been bra fitted before, about 3 years ago after I lost a great deal of weight. When I put weight back on, it never occurred to me to go get re-fitted. I’m going to tell you right now that I have remarkably healthy self-esteem and the least amount of body issues in my circle of friends and yet I didn’t think being properly fitted for a bra was something I should make a point of. That’s kind of stunning to read now, but it’s true. I have my child’s feet measured regularly, in local, quality stores by professionals. I buy her clothes to suit her body. I make time to shop, try on, return if necessary, and otherwise manage and cull her wardrobe and I buy myself whatever is cheap, easy, and convenient.
In other words, I am a mom.
If you’re still with me, I bet you have done the same. You’re too busy. I know you are. I’m singing your song, sister. And, yes, maybe it is to the tune of Whitney Houston.
So when my good friend Moira asked me to write for this site, I jumped at the chance. I think my feelings about bras and lingerie and fit and time and expense are in line with every mom I’ve spoken to in the last 7 years.
I want it to be different, I do. My time and money are precious and yet I want to look and feel good, all the time.
I don’t have the answers on getting an extra 24 hours out of your day. But I am willing to explore how a perfectly average wife and mom like me can find comfortable and attractive intimate apparel. That sounds so formal, doesn’t it? Let’s say this: I’m taking the girls on a trip, and I hope you’ll come along for it.