Her Room even uses a classification scale alongside actual sizes because of the brand variations in bra sizes and shapes...

Yeah, that part gave me pause. I already have a difficult time breathing due to the weight of my breasts. Having something add more laboured breathing, I think, could be quite dangerous for me.

I honestly love my Panache so much that I suspect I will still be buying this brand even after my surgery and won’t actually need this much support anymore. They are fabulous.

I find Panache underwire “supportive” and Panache non-underwire “squashed” if that makes sense.

Sorta of. There comes a point that your band can be cutting off circulation and you’ll still get neck pain. Like, I can’t wear halter anything and be able to lift my head without pain after a very short time.

I wear my Panache with a regular bra underneath. Best combo ever for running.

I am having a breast reduction this year and I told my husband I might spend a few months in a bikini top. I don’t even care what the world will think of my jiggling belly and back fat! I want to wear a bikini for the first time in my life!

My YMCA offers it. I looked up the name. They call it “Bridge to Wellness” and it’s 2 different classes: water aspect and weights aspect.

I’m in an “bridge to basics” weight class. It’s for people with chronic pain, recovering from injury, aren’t medically allowed into regular classes, etc. It’s mostly older women with chronic pain. And you know what? It’s the most damn fun I’ve ever had in an exercise class - coming from a woman who hates exercise…

YOU SHUT UP ABOUT LACING UP JEANS!

I’ve met a few Christians. I’ve met a few “Christians” who recognized they were and tried daily to be Christians. And I’ve met so many “Christians” who think they are Christians.

I don’t even get this thinking. Didn’t these people ever go visit family or friends for dinner, the kids fall asleep on the downstairs sofa, and didn’t leave until midnight? Hell, my parents did this a number of times! They’d wake me up when it was time to leave. Sometimes, they’d carry me to the car. We did it with…

I’m 40 and Canadian. I remember being no more than 6 or 7 and going to my parents’ BFFs house for dinner because their son and his new fiance just came back to meet the family and friends (they’d met in Ontario).

I remember my mom lecturing me *hard* about how she wasn’t white and not to dare say one rude thing. And…

I grew up realizing my parents were the same age as all of my friends’ grandparents...and then their grandparents started dying...and I realized, very early, what that could mean...

Agreed. I’m adopted (and adopted within the family with open adoption- so I have the “perfect” adoption) and I can’t see myself ever adopting. Plus, I sometimes feel like some when they say “just adopt/put up for adoption” feels way too similar to “go get yourself a puppy from the SPCA.”

If this was reddit, I’d have given you gold for this comment...

There is no Lydia/Wickham.

The Goodreads reviews aren’t all kind, either. Also, the idea of Lizzy having an affair with a married man isn’t really digging with me. And the fuck buddy idea. Oh, look, how edgy.

My breasts would snap that strappy bra and sacrifice it to their god.

My wedding was 100% for me and my husband. It was the best time. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I also ate way too much.