We all have that drawer or space devoted to our bras. Whether they are fancy, high end, or barely being held together by the last bit of elastic and cheap wire, we rarely feel right in them, and tend to have so many that parting sometimes can be a sweet sorrow. Each store has numerous styles, names, and fits to hold up two friends of ours that barely get along. They don’t even look the same, let alone want to be held up all night by a sometimes constricting torture device. They make us feel sexy, scared, supportive, yet most of us have no clue what we are doing in the lingerie department. I know some women wish they came with instructions, or at least let there be more of a standard across the board when it comes to fits and sizes.