By

Ambar Pardilla,

a senior writer at the Strategist covering fashion.

She joined the Strategist as a writer in 2021 and before that worked at NBC and HuffPost.

I feel as if I’m in bra purgatory at a 36D. In the alphabet soup of cup sizes, the D remains in no way small but not exactly large-large. That has meant dealing with a lot of pushing, smooshing, hoisting — my poor boobs! Don’t even get me started on the unnecessary padding. The last thing I want to remember is what it was like stuffing a training bra, thankyouverymuch.