I think (hope) I’ve gone above and beyond in demonstrating that we big girls do have some serious choices in our scaffolding. While some might find the cost prohibitive, I encourage you to squirrel away that change jar and trade it in for a really good bra or two when the day comes that you can use it in place of a dumbell. A good bra, hand washed and never run through a dryer, will last you for years.


I’ve also noticed a few trends in my sometimes painful search through plus size lingerie stores, and really, they’re basic business, but I’ve found that even obvious things sometimes deserve reiteration:

And, in all this digging, I have to express alarm, anger, dismay and outright fury that 12 and 14 has become classified as “plus.” At 16, OK, I’ll buy it because of statistical averages. Below that? Baloney. If this nonsense continues, I’ll hire a fellow size 28 to go sit on Donna Karan, the current editor of Vogue, and anyone else who carries on with such asinine and homicidal-intent based sizism.