I love bras. I love wearing them, seeking them, owning them, thinking about them. I especially love when ... a bra fits properly.

The quest to find a beautiful bra that fits perfectly, however, is curious. I've had a few that were close in fit, but the ones that do are often unsatisfying in appearance or shape. I'm at a crossroads in my bra journey now. I have many that sort of fit; I have many that I don't find pretty; I have many that are often painful.

I would like, now, to shift into a new direction. I want bras that worship my breasts. I want to forget I'm wearing a bra throughout the day, and to then be dazzled by its beauty and comfort in the night. I want them to be in dark or very light colours. I'd like there to be a bit of lace, maybe a bit of lift. And no pain.

Sometimes I'm not sure whether I'm actually hunting unicorns instead of bras.
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