My most beloved and most despised have joined forces and, finally, I’m happy. I’ve loved Betsey Johnson since I was.... five. Honestly, 5 years old. And I've hated bras since I realized I was never going to make it to a C-cup. I'm not even close.
I battle everyday with the sad truths
a) I'll never make enough money to wear only Betsey Johnson clothing and accessories
b) I'll never find a bra that’s big enough to fit around my ribs but petite (I’m being nice to myself) enough that I can fill
Then, lo and behold, I’m at Marshall’s this weekend (I thought I already explained I don't make a lot of money) looking for a new batch of bras (I’ve been putting it off and have been wearing the same one for weeks), and I stumble upon a Betsey Johnson bra. It’s wonderful! No underwire, fits like a glove, pretty, and, the icing on the cake, with a Betsey Johnson label. Oh, you have no idea.
I can’t find it online to show a pic. I bought 1 in black and 1 pink; both have a cute little pink rose at each strap. Heavenly.
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