Went on the hunt for a bra again today. There's just no lingerie for larger busts in Belgrade. In on…

Went on the hunt for a bra again today. There's just no lingerie for larger busts in Belgrade. In one store, a woman sincerely suggested I try on a D cup, saying it stretches. But you can't stretch a 12 into a 4. Even if you cry, physics is relentless. In the collective consciousness, there's A, B, C, D, and then 'large breasts,' with no perceived difference between a 12 and a 5. My last few bras even have little holes in them. I feel absolutely awful. I've been looking for a seamstress for a year and will put out feelers again. It's just because there's no other option. It's madness. I might as well start sewing myself, but I last held a sewing machine in school, and I ruined that apron. Honestly, it's hopeless, girl.