Welcome to My Life Behind Bras. For over 40 years, I’ve been a backstage staple, working with costume designers and wardrobe crews on Broadway, in film, and on television. I’ve seen it all—quick changes in tight quarters, seams that won’t behave, and the transformative magic of a perfect foundation garment. It’s not glamorous, but it’s essential. When what’s closest to the skin works, it allows everything else to fall into place.
That same principle guided me when I opened BraTenders, my NYC studio dedicated to the art of bra fitting. For decades, women have walked through my doors feeling frustrated, overlooked, and unsupported. They left standing taller, breathing easier, and sometimes shedding tears of relief. I learned that bra fitting isn’t just about lingerie; it’s about confidence, comfort, and the quiet joy of feeling good in your own skin.
Now, as I turn the page on this next chapter, I’m drawn to the stories—mine, and those of the women I’ve served. Writing gives me a new way to reflect on the connections I’ve made, the lessons I’ve learned, and the humor I’ve found in the strangest places.
My Life Behind Bras is where I’ll share it all: the observations, the mishaps, and the moments that reminded me why I do what I do. I’ll give you a glimpse beneath-behind-the-scenes! I hope you’ll join me.
The Lens of Lingerie.
I measure time not in years, but in silhouettes.
Each decade whispers its secrets through seams and stays, Through the rise and fall of hemlines, Through the evolution of what lies beneath.
The 70s spoke in soft triangles and freedom, Natural shapes embracing the new wave of feminism.
No padding, no pretense – Just cotton and comfort and coming-of-age stories Told in stretched-out straps and faded beige.
The 80s screamed in neon and excess, Push-up bras like architectural marvels, Building women up, up, up Into power-suited amazons With shoulder pads like armor And control-top pantyhose as battle gear.
The 90s slipped into minimalism, T-shirt bras smooth as secrets, While thigh-highs with silicone bands Finally freed us from garter belt geometry.
Calvin Klein taught us that less could be more, That cotton could be sexy, That comfort could be cool.
The millennium turned in a flash of rhinestones, Fishnets sparkling like constellations On legs that dared to dance between Modest and maverick.
Spanx shaped a new generation, While Victoria’s Secret wings Spread fantasy across runways.
Now we’re in the age of inclusion, Where nude comes in every shade of human, Where support means more than just underwire, Where each body writes its own rules.
I’ve seen hosiery tell tales of liberation:
From seamed stockings that demanded precision, To fishnets that fishnetted their way from fetish to fashion, To sustainable tights that hug both curves and conscience.
Every garter belt I’ve ever clipped Has held up more than just stockings – It’s held up history, Suspended between tradition and revolution.
Each pair of control-top tights Has told me when women felt pressure to conform, Each sheer knee-high has whispered When they chose to break free.
In my fitting rooms, I’ve watched decades dance by In a parade of elastics and lace.
I’ve seen fashion cycles spin like washing machine drums, Bringing back bullet bras as “vintage,” Transforming girdles into “shapewear,”
Recycling romance in new packaging.
But through it all, Through every trend and transition, I’ve learned that true style isn’t about what year it is.
It’s about how you stand in your skin, How you carry your story, How you wear your truth.
Some see life through rose-colored glasses.
I see it through mesh and microfiber, Through the delicate dance of darts and seams, Through the bold declarations of Brazilian-cut briefs And the quiet confidence of a perfectly fitted bra.
Time may march on, But in my world, It sashays in stockings, Struts in stay-ups, And always, always Knows how to make an entrance.
Celebrating confidence and comfort with decades of bra-fitting expertise and inspiring stories.