Let’s burn our bras – again!

As I get older and more crotchety, I’m less tolerant of things that annoy me. In an earlier post (There’s no business like shoe business), I compared today’s styles in high heels to the 21st century’s version of foot binding. I’d now like to include bras in that category. All Boomer Broads agree that the “girls” need bra1support. We understand that. But why does that support have to be designed solely for the eye of the beholder not the wearer. Why do bras have to be itchy, scratchy, binding, pinching and otherwise uncomfortable. Whoever said the girls have to be separately displayed and in an upright position, in see-through lace structurally engineered with no consideration for comfort.

In my younger days I could get away with fitted camisoles alone so I didn’t have to deal with underwire pinch or slippage. There was no pressure on my ribcage bra3and no clasps or other accoutrements to detract from a smooth tee shirt. Then, menopause hit, along with a few extra pounds and my upper body has been a work in progress ever since. I hate wearing a bra – plain and simple. When I’ve been out all day, I can’t wait to get home and rip the thing off. I gave up on underwires a few years ago because they were always pinching and shifting. But even the wireless soft cups put uncomfortable pressure on your ribcage and across the back. Au naturel feels so much better. Many stretch athletic bras approach some level of comfort but still put vice-like pressure on the ribcage and back.

I once fell for the myth at all my problems would be solved once I invested in a good quality European bra. So I dropped $200.00 on a delicate black lace number, made in France. When I test drove it in the store it felt fine but after a couple of hours on the highway of life my upper body felt like it was being attacked by tiny fire ants. Most of the European bras place the straps on the outer edge of your shoulders. Unless you’re built like a linebacker, those straps are constantly sliding off.

And don’t tell me to go and get properly fitted. Every store I go to for a ‘professional’ fitting  gives me a different number and cup size. There’s no consistency in the design and manufacturing of bras or guarantee of satisfaction in the measurement techniques. The ultimate design for comfort for me is a full tank-style top with extra Lycra lining across the bust area to keep the girls in place. I have no objection to a uni-boob although I seem to be in the minority. I’ve surveyed my inner circle of Boomer Broads for their position on the issue and only one person could say her bras were comfortable. The majority of us hate them and go without whenever we can. Many times, I’ve had to run and make myself decent when unexpected company drops by lest they witness the questionable sight of an old lady enjoying her body’s freedom.

Bras are expensive, for the most part uncomfortable and the cause of much frustration. It’s hard to believe we were once so proud to shed our little-girl undershirts for our first training bra. Little did we know we’d spend the rest of our lives in binding servitude. There has to be a better way. I’d burn them all but I have too much invested in them. So I’ll just soldier on, complaining and grumbling about it ’til death do us part, at which time I’ll be blissfully free of the bands that bind.

2 Comments

  1. Lola Stoker January 22, 2014 at 11:46 am

    Great article Lynda and well said! I totally agree!

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  2. Susan Duke January 14, 2014 at 6:42 am

    Once again you hit the nail right on the head. I had to laugh at you removing your bra as soon as you return home. SO DO I. My biggest complaint is falling straps. I feel like such a nerd reaching into or under my clothes to make an adjustment which I seem to be doing all day long.

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