By my early 20s, I was rocking an H cup. Did you even realize they made bras that big? I didn't, until I had to buy one.
My friend Emily took me to her favorite shop, Journelle, which sells sizes up to a J cup.
I used to look forward to this sale until I basically grew out of it.
Why doesn’t this bra come with a warning about how inside the cups reside oil bombs that could go off at any time?