My first memory associated with bras is my friend’s dad calling them “Boobie Flopper Stoppers” and “Over the Shoulder Boulder Holders”. All I knew was my head could fit in one cup of my mom’s bra and it never seemed to fulfill it’s role for her in the gravity-defying department. To round out the embarrassment of that, I recently found my son with one of my bras on his head and it fit. Genetics. They can sting. Thank goodness for Wacoal.
The thing of it is, I REALLY didn’t want to wear a bra when the time came to get one. It may have been because of the scale of said appliances in my household, I’m not sure. But I dug in my pubescent heels and managed to get through my entire 7th grade year without wearing a bra. . I thank the baggy clothes of 1987 for that little tender mercy. It wasn’t until the summer between 7th and 8th grade that my mom insisted we go get me some –ahem- support. Prior to the proper sheathing, during my gym class I kind of hurriedly did the changing thing (in retrospect I was only fooling myself), doing a sort of over-the-head quickie thing. Pretty much everyone at my Jr High was about cutting corners, though. Splashing water on your arms in the shower was about as clean as anyone ever got (I pity those poor poor teachers’ air quality). So as far as clothed moments went prior to age 13, I wore an “undershirt” that had straps at the shoulders so it had the appearance of a proper foundational garment and it seemed to serve me well.
Another reason for my reluctance was my being witness (well, second hand) to my best friend’s first bra shopping saga. One, and I’m still trying to figure out how this happened, she went with her dad. Two, her dad was a firefighter and a jokester – a real man’s man. Three, she did not have breasts. Like at all. She had no business in that part of Penney’s that day. You can deduce most of what went on for her, but the part that still sticks in my mind some 20 years after her recounting it to me is her dad shouting across the Lingerie department, “Hey “Daughter”, I don’t think they MAKE them for MOSQUITO BITES!!!!!”. She was prone to tears anyway, but this was ridiculous.
So I don’t have a clear recollection of my first bra shopping trip. I just have a memory of a sense of accomplishment that I had avoided it that long. Well, that and it was an A cup racer back front closure number with slight padding.
Ahhhhhh, womanhood. Any good tales about getting YOUR sisters supported?
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