Suffering, thy name is woman. Maybe that's a little overdramatic. But I know that few things strike terror into the hearts of women more than the prospect of shopping for bras, bathing suits, and blue jeans. Finding something on trend, flattering, and still comfortable enough to permit breathing is akin to the quest for the Holy Grail. We seek, yet we do not find. Consider the first shopping expedition back in the Garden of Eden. After a single bite of forbidden fruit, Eve started sporting a fig leaf.