Just correcting what you said. I used to try and wear a DD but I wised up and tried a bigger size, UNFORTUNATELY it is still not the right size. I didnt' think it would take and H or an HH or a J or a JJ or anything bigger than hopefully an E or an EE or an F. I went from B cup at 11 to H or bigger by 22, never knowing my true size because my mother never cared enough to get me fitted or even try to educate me on bras while under her roof.
If I had the money to buy anything but cheap package underwear, sportsbras, $20 bras that last an amount of time, instead of trying to patch my 3yr old jeans so faded they're an embarrassment, or making do with the stained underwear I've had since I was 19, I would.
I understand the concept of quality for money, but tell me, where were all your bras made? What country? Why is this important? If they were made in Indonesia like the bra I'm currently wearing, there is no reason for it to be so expensive. If they were made in the USA or some European country and also not out of scratchy polyester material, I could see paying more but I'm not paying for luxurious Swiss-designed embroidery. I don't need that. I don't need lace or frills or pretty colors, I just want my bra to do it's job and feel comfortable. I always buy my bras in nude and if it has a bow on it, cool, but I don't buy for looks.
If you want to make more money then get another job. Because it's just that easy right? Perhaps there are a myriad of factors keeping me in this job I'm in. Would I like a better paying job? Yes. Tell me what kind of job a 22yr old woman can get in Arkansas without a degree and with a propensity to smoke pot? Childcare jobs? Out. Retail? Out. Professional Jobs? Out. "Oh but if you stop the pot you'll find a better job" I'm good :) I've done my time in retail, hated every second. Professional Jobs like offices require me to spend more money on a whole 'nother wardrobe, no thanks. Childcare? I'm childfree and have had my fair share of childcare growing up.
Yeah I have a chip on my shoulder, my life kind of broke me. I'm a child in the body of a woman. You don't need details but my childhood was full of manhandling(of me), it was full of bullying and being made to believe I wasn't good enough or had any worth. I have spent years criticizing myself to the point of mental illness. Would therapy help? Maybe, but I've been this way for 10 years.