I’m not a bra girl. Now that I’m thinking about it, is any woman? In all honesty, I wouldn’t wear a bra at all if it weren’t for my girls’ (and yes, I’m referring to my nips here) insistence on very obviously being the first to greet every cold room and sharp breeze. Wouldn’t it be splendid to wear beautiful sheer tops and dresses sans bra? If I had Grace Jones’ boldness I would. But unfortunately, I’m a mere peasant in comparison, so I’m sure that I’d probably end up on hotmess.com with a photo taken from the most unflattering angle (How rude!) I also generally stay away from push up bras. I’m perfectly happy with my itty bitties and boob cleavage is the last thing on my mind. All that is to say that bras are still necessary, so we might as well find the ones that work the best for our desires.