When Can We Kick Bras To The Curb?
And why are you a slut if you’re a woman who doesn’t wear a bra?
I cried when my mom said I had to wear a shirt the summer I turned nine.
My brothers didn’t have to wear shirts. I asked, “why do I have to wear a shirt, and they don’t have to?”
The only response I got to this, and many other questions were, “because you’re a girl.”
It didn’t make any sense. I don’t understand why my flat chest was any different from my brothers. We lived a mile outside of town. Who was going to see me?
When I turned thirteen, my mom told me I had to wear a ‘trainer,’ a training bra. I was a 30A. There wasn’t much to look at. I didn’t get what I was training. A training bra was another piece of useless cloth I had to wear.
When I was fifteen, my breasts grew. A lot. I had to get a new bra again, a 36B.
My mom was upset that I would wear tube tops (without a bra). She implied I was going to drive guys crazy. I really liked not wearing a bra. And I’ll admit, at fifteen, it was the first time anyone noticed me.
That got old, very quickly. Especially when I became a 38C.
In the United States, men (and women) obsess about women’s breasts. Magazines, movies, lingerie ads, you-name-it, all focus on women’s breasts.
And the bigger your breasts, the more attention you get, whether you want it or not. I know women with small breasts get a lot of flack. They have their own set of issues. But I envy women who can go braless and not get constant looks and comments.
My bra is the first thing I take off after work, and one of the last things I put on before leaving for work.
Even with a bra, I still get looks, since I’m a size D.D.