Friday Firsts: First Bra

(Read about Red’s “first” over at The Naked Redhead)

I originally thought that the idea of blogging about different “firsts” was a good one. Now, just two weeks in, I’m realizing that I can barely remember what I ate for dinner last night (nothing-stomach bug), let alone situations that occurred 20 years ago.

(I think) I got my first bra when I was in fourth or fifth grade. Why my mom got it for me is beyond comprehension; I certainly didn’t need it. Truth be told, I didn’t really need a bra until after Jude was born. Before then, I wore one only for show. Anyway, I remember that my mom got me two bras: one was almost a sports bra. It didn’t have a well defined center and created a kind of uni-boob look when worn. The second one was more traditional, i.e., it had two separate boob compartments. The problem with that bra was the little pink flower that was strategically positioned on the bra band between my boobs. I hated the uni-boob bra. I also hated that flower. I remember trying my hardest to cinch the middle of the one and ripping the flower off the other.

Thankfully, I got through my school days without any great humiliation (well, bra-related humiliation, at least) beyond the normal bra-snapping that pre-pubescent boys are known to do. So, while I can say that this particular aspect of growing up didn’t do me any lasting harm, I must also admit that I’m very, very grateful that I have a little boy and that I won’t have to worry about anyone’s ‘first bra’ ever again.

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