The Day I Ditched My Bras

As a fair heads up, this is one of those blog posts that I absolutely cannot believe I am writing.  Never in a million years did I think that I would open up this much with…um…the entire world wide web.  And moreso, never in a million years did I think that I’d ever let myself get to this place.  But alas, here I am.  And here you are reading.  And whether I have a swarm of moms chime in and admit it or not, I know that I am not the only one who has been through this.

You see, it all started with the best of intentions.  It was March of 2011, and I was hugely pregnant with my firstborn, so naturally – I went into Motherhood Maternity to purchase some nursing bras, as I knew that I wanted to breastfeed.  The school-aged sales girl threw me in a dressing room with a handful of bras, and eventually, I landed on two traditional-style bras and two sports bras.  All with lots of elastic and handy clips that make nursing a breeze.

Once I got home, I decided to put one on to give it a test drive.  You know, since my boobs were already getting huge, and my old bras weren’t exactly fitting like they used to.  And then the next day, I wore another one. And then another one…  I continued rocking those bras up until delivery day, and then of course, as we embarked on our nursing journey.  Those beloved nursing bras got drenched in breastmilk, spit up on, and even endured the grabbing and clawing as my son got older.  For seventeen solid months and up until he was completely weaned, I wore those bras.  And just as I decided it was time to let them go and transition back into regular undergarments…boom.  I got pregnant again.

So I was at a crossroads – do I invest in a bunch of new bras, only to watch my body morph and change over the next several months as I grew this new life and began nursing once again?  {Probably the smart decision and what I should have done.} Or do I continue rocking those worn out and well-washed nursing bras that I had grown so comfortable in?  {You guessed it…the option I actually went with.}

As you might imagine, I continued to wear those bras totally and completely ragged.  This time, all throughout my nearly ten months of pregnancy.  Then again, as we went through the entire breastfeeding journey.  All two and a half years of it this time around.

Now, it doesn’t take a math wiz to figure out how long I have been wearing the same four bras, but I’ll put the numbers together for you… FOUR AND A HALF YEARS.  Yes, you read that right.  I have been wearing the same awful nursing bras for almost half a decade.  Excuse me while I pull a blanket over my head in shame.

My daughter has now been weaned for quite a few months, and my intentions really have been good.  I keep saying that I need to go bra shopping, and I keep thinking about where I should go and what I should buy.  But here’s the thing — my husband works crazy hours, and the thought of taking two young children with me to an intimate’s store to get sized and to shop for bras sounds like utter and complete H-E-L-L to me.  Like, I would rather fashion a homemade bra of paper plates and yarn than endure that kind of torture.

Ditched My Bras - 1But last week, the clouds parted and heaven dropped down a little angel who was the perfect solution that I never even knew existed.  The amazing, life-changing, beautiful Erin Lopez from our sponsors-turned-friends at Peach.

Y’all…  Erin came to my house so that I could do my bra shopping.  Can I say that again?!?  She came to MY house with bags and boxes and tape measures and a magical algorithm so that I could shop for bras in the comfort of my very own home.  She’s like the Fairy Godmother of Bras, and of course – I just had to let all of you who are out there rocking age old bras in on it too.  {Someone puh-lease tell me I’m not the only one who was doing this!}

Ditched My Bras - 3Now, I’ll admit, I was pretty nervous about having a “stranger” come into my home and check out my ta-tas.  But we talked so much leading up to the appointment that I felt like we were fast friends, and she instantly made me feel comfortable when she walked in the door that morning too.  Never once was I completely in the buff in front of her, and she was beyond professional in the whole sizing and fitting process.  But that just goes along with Peach’s mission – to inspire women to be their most beyoutiful through a one-of-a-kind shopping experience.  All while my kiddos happily played in the room right alongside me.  It’s revolutionary, I tell you.

I was amazed at the wide array of bras {from full coverage to demi} and sizes {from 30A to 44H} that Erin had on hand for me to test drive.  And thankfully, she was able to measure me to get a good feel for what size my new post-partum body might be, and she had a few samples on hand that I could try too.  We also spent some time talking about my wants, needs, and wishes {ie., perkier boobs, great support, and ultimate comfort}, and she had so much insight into the perfect bras for my body and lifestyle.  After our appointment wrapped up, Erin took all of the info home and ordered the absolute perfect pieces for me, and Peach delivered all of my goodies directly to my doorstep within a matter of days.  It was like an early Christmas opening up the pretty Peach box, and of course, the bras fit like nothing I have ever worn before.  For the first time in my life, I don’t have the compulsion to rip off my bra as soon as I walk in the door each day, and I was soooo excited to ditch those old, nasty nursing bras once and for all.

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But you know what has really surprised me the most about my new undergarments???  How good I FEEL.  I actually kind-of-sort-of don’t mind looking at myself in a mirror when I’m half-dressed anymore.  And my clothes fit so much better now with the right bras keeping everything in place.  I definitely have a new pep in my step that wasn’t there before, and as an aside…my husband is much happier now too.  Wink.

Want to ditch your old bras and try out Peach too?  
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Please Note :: While this may be a sponsored post, the experience, words, and opinions are 100% my own.  I am over the moon to have discovered Peach, and I vow to never wear 5 year old nursing bras again.

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Kelly is the founder of Houston Moms Blog and has lived in this beautiful city nearly all of her life. She has a degree in education from Texas State University and was honored to teach special education for eight years to some of the cutest little kiddos you could ever meet. While teaching, Kelly met Cody – a tall drink of water and country boy to the core – and together, they fell in love, got married, and decided to start a family. In March 2011, they welcomed Hayes into the world, a silly but smart little boy with a story you have to read to believe. And in April 2013, their family was complete with the addition of Hadley, a super gregarious and oh-so-cute baby girl. Now, Kelly devotes her days to caring for her own little ones…and would not trade this new job of hers for the world! In her not-so-spare time, Kelly loves meeting up with her girlfriends for margaritas, failing miserably at Pinterest projects, and exploring this big old city with her two favorite little side-kicks in tow.


  1. Girl! You are not alone! I’m still rocking my nursing bras and haven’t nursed my munchkin in almost a year, and don’t have plans to get prego for another year, so ummmmm yea! Just would rather spend my $$$ on cute clothes than something underneath! Hahaha

  2. Totally relatable! I had the same situation was you and I didn’t wanted to take Jack (3) and Emma (1 month) to go um, lingerie shopping! So I told hubby, told him my size – (“You want a new sippy cup for Jack? And do they even made cups that size?” I then went on to explain the bra sizing info. He came home with a bra many sizes too small! To sum it up, as I got out of the shower the next morning, he glanced at me naked and said, “Woah! Now I understand why you thought the other undergarments were too small!” @#$%(!!


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