By HOLLY JACKSON
When I was a teenager, going bra shopping was torturous. I was a G cup by the time I was in high school, which meant that finding bras required a special (and frequently humiliating) trip to Nordstrom. I loved seeing all of the pretty options in the lingerie department, but that was never what I got. While I drooled over pretty laces and bows, my mother and … Read More