Women have a true love-hate relationship with bras. The hate part started early on for me with Grade 6 boys grabbing the back of my bra and snapping it against my skin. I was already self-conscious enough without that crap going down. Societal norms dictate that we wear them but we’d probably be happier without them. We end up spending extraordinary amounts of time and money in the search for the perfect one.
We get out the measuring tape to get our dimensions which, of course, change throughout our lives just to make sure that we have to go through the groan-worthy task of measuring ourselves on a fairly regular basis and then go from store to store, examining styles, materials, colours, fit, etc. This part of the experience is just as groan-worthy. I mean really, what evil grinch designs those changing rooms? Trying on bras is just as big a blow to the ego as trying on bathing suits.
When you find the right one, though, the clouds part, the sun beams down you and the angels sing. The right one lifts you just the right way, contains you where it should and makes you feel damned sexy. A woman wearing a great bra just looks, well, great! It makes any outfit look better and it draws the eye to your “assets”. This is where the “love” part of the relationship happens. If you find that one great bra, you should definitely go buy a lottery ticket cuz it’s your lucky day!
Of course, no matter how great your bra may be, there is nothing like coming home at the end of the day and setting the “girls” free. As soon as my shoes come off, I head straight for my room and whip that thing off. Anyone within earshot can hear the sigh that comes out of me when those hooks separate and I feel that freedom. If only we could walk around like that all the time; I know that a lot of us would be very happy with that!
Now, of course, I have a daughter who has passed puberty and joined the bra-wearing legions. She is inexperienced enough to not really know much about proper fit but do you think that she’ll let me see her in the bra of her choice in the store changing room? Of course not! She’s twelve (thirteen in September) and very shy about showing her body, even to me. This leaves me calling directions through a closed door about what she should be looking for in fit. Hopefully, this shyness will wear off with age and confidence; just not too quickly if her father has his way. He asked me a couple of weeks ago (jokingly) if there was something we could give her to shrink those emerging curves and bring back his little girl. Not likely buddy, not likely.
My daughter (14) was wondering when her boobs were REALLY going to grow. I had to gently tell her to take a good look at both Grandmas, her aunt, and me (pre-surgery) and quit wondering. Not going to happen. And she won't let me help her fit a bra, either (like I know anything).ReplyDelete
When is it that we stopped knowing anything? My daughter is a champion eye-roller......Delete
If my daughter ends up anything like me, she'll have a good rack on her. I think that's what has my ex so stressed out.
I feel your pain as for the daughter. My oldest graduated 5th grade and will be 11 in July. 11 and she probably could fit in one of my bras. I didn't develop until 13 and apparently her figure is going to come from her father's side. She is going through the stage of not letting me help her though, if I mention 'bra' or anything else 'girly' within earshot of her step-father, she begins to sing or talking to her 7 year old sister as if I'm not speaking. I don't think I was that embarrassed. Which, just like now, I really didn't need a lot of help realizing I don't need over a B at best and I prefer not to wear one if I can avoid it. Great post!!ReplyDelete
It seems that your daughter's reaction is pretty much the norm. My daughter will let me talk about it if we are alone but her tolerance for the conversation will only last just "so" long. I don't know if I was so much embarrassed as a kid (I needed one by 10) but I certainly wasn't comfortable talking about it. I was very self-conscious. As for right now, I'm sitting back with a cup of tea and my girls gloriously free ;) Thanks for stopping byDelete
my youngest is 8... but I catch her trying on mine, and my other daughters' (19 & 20) bras, and flashing around. she hopes "they" come soon. dear child... keep hoping they don't come til later.... Visiting from Mama Kat's... Thanks for the great post.ReplyDelete
I hope that her excitement continues and you encourage it. Girls go through so much during puberty and a good body image is so hard to maintain. You're right though, all in good time..... Thanks for coming to visit :)Delete
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Just recently at my office, the ladies were all talking about the first thing we all do when we get home....release the girls! It was really nice to know I am not the only one who is ready to be free.ReplyDelete
My coworkers and I have had the same conversation with the same conclusion. Sometimes, I feel bad for the lone male in the office; the conversations that man hears!!Delete
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This is so true! First thing I do when I get home is take my contacts out. The very next thing? Off comes the bra! And then I'm finally happy and comfortable.ReplyDelete
I think that it's pretty much universal; one of those things that all women can agree on without bickering amongst ourselves ;)Delete
I agree. finding the right fit is really a chore. And, I take my bra off the minute I hit the door, too. Bra's and purses are in the same category... don't like either and I can never find one I like! Fun post!ReplyDelete
Oh yeah, purses too! I have such a hard time finding just the right purse as well. At least we don't have to get half naked in a store changing room surrounded by mirrors for that shopping trip!Delete