I have been on a bra hunt for over 10 years now. A constant desperate hunt.
There are booklets about bras. Articles about bras. Books. Real books, about bras. Stand Up comedy about bras.
When the boobies first showed up, they hurt. They were perky tits. Pointed breasts. Fantastic.
I swear you could see the nipples from 3 kilometers away.
A late bloomer, my fun balloons showed up at between 15-16 years old. I was skinny; a boobies and bones kind of awkward.
The fun balls needed to be hidden. Concealed from all the neighborhood adolescent boys who were sniffing around. The nuns thought the boys could smell the nipples like the cat can smell a rat hidden in a ditch.
There were many helpers within the secret society of “African Aunts”. All the nuns, aunts, cousins & female friends were committed.
Over 10 years into this journey and the boobs are still one of the reasons I make those grand trips to the malls.
Recently, the pleasure bags hurt every month during the premenstrual days.
There is the far away headache.
There is the far away backache.
There is the moodiness and the claws barely sheathed.
premenstrual him: “love, did you put on the kettle?”
premenstrual Me: “don’t you call me love! it is patronizing! why would I put the kettle on?? because I am a woman??!”
Ovulating me: “yes dear. & the egg is boiling! kiss kiss”
Premenstrual him: “are you having your periods?”
Premenstrual me: “screeEEEEeeeeEEEEEeeEEEEEEEK ”
Premenstrual him: am off to work then! have a nice day. sorry, running late!
There is the huge torch of a pimple in my face. It leaves black mark which leaves me spotted like a giraffe after a few months of pimply periods.
There is the sleepiness. I want to sleep & sleep & sleep & sleep. not the regular 9-10hrs. I want 15-20hrs.
There is the occasional herpes attack. don’t judge me. All of us have Herpes virus in us. You know, the mouth sore when you have the horrible cold? THAT. IS. HERPES!
And then there is the hurting mammary glands. Rubbing my hand/arm on them while performing some other thoughtless result-less activity makes me screech with pain.
So I keep looking. And trying. And fixing. And buying. And reading. And now writing.
I have some favorites in my wardrobe. Nice colors. Beautiful lace.Wonderful cups. Fabrics that would make a queen pine. Silk. Cotton. Straps. Strapless. Brands. Brands whose names cost money without providing MORE support.
Still, during these great days; when the uterus acts out in bloody anger after the realization that; yet again, no baby is going to come out of the poking fun & canoodling that has been going on week after week; every single one of my well selected bras make me grimace in pain.
I come home & before I open the door, I open the bra. And smile. And breath. And smile.
Shall I ever find this wonder bra that keeps them happy and calm through the stormy days?
When do I know I have found the bra?
We bought a bed though. Instead of a bra, we found a good comfy bed.
That should sort the back aches