Bras are deceiving.

Today I was at the mall with Dad and Brian. Having some difficulties with my (own) phone, I left it in the car and had received a call instead from my brother's phone. It was my mom, of course, asking about... bra sizes. The usual. She didn't exactly know that I was in the mall at the time, so she proceeded to ask me persistently to check my size. I seriously had no idea, to be honest. She always shopped for me so I didn't have to do it myself.

And usually, she got the sizes right.

So this was a first. But the fact that she had been asking me over and over to check my size kind of nerved me. I didn't want to have to run all the way to the bathroom on the other side of the mall to check when we were already close to the exit nearest our car, and leaving. I stuttered a lot and earned an annoyed tone from her.

That pressed on for a good two minutes and I gave in to checking.

But "no sirree!" did I run all the way to the bathroom. I instead decided that I would be checking in public,
in a store with very little people, and lots of cover to do the "procedure" safely. You know, without all the embarrassment. I unclasped the thing and went about pulling my arm out from the right side under my jacket. I pulled it out promptly to find it had no size printed on it. So I figured it might've been on the other side.
I pulled my other side and tried checking the size, not even thinking to put my right arm in to hold the bra up, and again I came to with no avail finding the size my mom had requested. This kind of pissed the both of us off. But only moments before I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

People were coming.

As you can imagine, I panicked. Running around without support made it difficult especially in the face of public.I turned red, and I never do that...
I realized then the silken tag was still on the strap under my jacket. I could have so easily just checked that from my shoulder in the first place!. I felt defeated; even more so at he lie it said that made me feel flattered at first. Worse after a moment checking back into reality: 34D

I'm a 36C.Oh this world is cruel.