To be comfortable, feel comforted, to relax…..it’s not about friends, family or faith. It’s about the bra. There is no woman over the age of 12 who doubts this. It’s about the bra.
I even think of it during the workday. Actually I think about it in stores, driving and walking. Once in a while I think about it when a man looks at me. But then I’m usually reminded that it hurts and that I’m uncomfortable. Not the attention nor the exercise. The bra.
And it has nothing to do with the amount of money spent on this torturous device. It has nothing to do with my self-esteem or body image. It’s about the bra.
My fantasy? That men would have to wear something similar, perhaps on a different body part.
My favorite moment of the day? When I come home from work and can change into pajamas. Why? It’s about the bra.