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"   Go ahead. Slide it off. Cast it aside with the dramatic flair of Bette Davis. A choir of angels sing from above. You are free! We are expected to believe that Carrie Bradshaw sleeps and has sex in her bra. Then again, we&amp;#039;re also expected to believe that your average woman&amp;#039;s Fleet Week experience is a sensual Motown dance with Daniel Sunjata.   Yeah, not likely.   Some backstory: Until a few years ago, I wore the same bras I had from high school, when I was a cup size bigger and cared less about adequate support than I did about picking the right Pink Floyd quote for my AIM profile. In the years since then, the elastic on these bras has loosened and sagged, and whenever friends of mine were like, &amp;quot;Jesus, I can&amp;#039;t wait to go home and take off this bra,&amp;quot; I was always like, &amp;quot;Why? Mine are all really comfortable! It&amp;#039;s like wearing a gossamer dream on my b00bies!&amp;quot; However, the byproduct of this comfort was that I was 24 but had the breasts of a 62-year-old Fort Lauderdale housewife. (Maybe I am being melodramatic, since they&amp;#039;re not big enough to sag, but guys always seemed pleasantly surprised when I took my bra off.)   Eventually, around that age where you realize that you have cripplingly low self-esteem and discover that buying nice things briefly fixes that, I went bra shopping. And finally, in the kind of fancy lingerie store where engaged women go to pick out their never-having-sex-with-anyone-but-him-ever-again honeymoon thongs or whatever, I actually got my proper measurements and a few demi-cup options from a helpful saleswoman. Now I am 26, and my breasts look 26, but holy shit, I DIDN&amp;#039;T KNOW. I HAD NO IDEA. That contraption hurts like hell. Yes, it is delightful on occasion to have the pushed-up boobs of a big-haired country crossover star, especially since small-chested women like me wouldn&amp;#039;t have any without adequate padding, but holy shit. Beauty is pain. Or, at least, moderate discomfort. It&amp;#039;s like binding your chest like Christina Ricci/Flashback Roberta in Now and Then every day.   Anyway, after a full day of wearing a properly fitted and flattering bra, the moment you unclasp it and take it off, your girls thank you. Profusely.   Follow Anna on Twitter.   Photo Credit: Getty "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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