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You are here: Home / Relationships / The Emotions Of Breasts

The Emotions Of Breasts

September 10, 2013 by Nancy 2 Comments

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I have been thinking about that first bra shop this morning as my thoughts are with my best friend from my first bra days when breasts were new to me. She is about to lose one of hers to cancer.

As much as daughters are like their moms, mine were horrified too by the first bra shop. I was not allowed to look at them, breathe, talk to them, talk to the salesperson, talk of boobs, see the fit, smile, frown, stare, look, think, stand or sit.

This poem (here, in part) by Parneshia Jones’ called Bra Shopping sums it all up well.

 

The bra lady and my mother discuss how the bras fit just right and will do the trick with no bouncing at all/ Mama thanks the lady for torturing me and we leave the nightmare that is the bra department.

 

Mama and I enter into no man’s, and I mean no man in sight,land

of frilly lace, nightgowns, grandma panties, and support everything.

A wall covered with hundreds of white bras, some with lace, ribbons,

and frills like party favours, as if bras are a cause for celebration.

Some have these dainty ditsy bows in the middle.

That’s a nice accent, don’t you think? Mama says. Isn’t that cute?

Like a dumb bow in the middle of the bra will take away some of the 

attention from two looking, bulging tissues.

Do you remember your first bra shopping with horror or excitement?

Filed Under: Relationships, Self Tagged With: body image, breast cancer, breast health, friendship, women's health

Comments

  1. Sonya D says

    September 11, 2013 at 12:23 am

    I remember my mom taking me to Woolworths to get a “training bra” (do they still call them that?) We never talked about it she just went in and said it was time to wear them. That was that. Now that I’m older…I admit to having quite the collection of pretty underthings. I totally LOVE shopping for bras and such.

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  2. Grumble Girl says

    September 10, 2013 at 4:09 pm

    I’ve never been horrified – it’s not my favourite kind of shopping to do (takes aaaaaaall daaaaay…) but I do love me some pretty. Also? Right now, I am wearing that EXACT bra. (But in black, of course.) It’s my favourite. 🙂

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