When I was given my first brassiere, as mom called them, it wasn’t a day to remember. She secretly slipped them into my underwear drawer. This was under my closet. I was 13 years old when I found the two brassieres; little wee bras that they were. My response was rebellion. When I saw the bad little flower-lace decorations on the front, I ripped them off and threw them to the floor. I jumped on the bras after throwing them to the ground also!!
I proceeded to run out of the house screaming, and then climbing the eucalyptus tree in front of my parent’s house. I crawled up to the rock-roof and climbed up the red brick chimney, a place for gargoyles, eagles, and squirrels. My hideout!
“Tomboy, little tomboy as I reflect on this memory now, I realize what Mom was doing some forty years ago!!”
Mom was indirectly trying to wake-me-up to the woman I was becoming. She knew my wild ways. This seems the only way she could have done it, but I would have nothing to do with it. It was not going to happen to me, but it did!!
Our patriarchal culture spends a great deal of time focusing on this part of a woman’s anatomy, I scored big. Humor aside this is not the point of this essay.
Indirectly this post is about the perfect brassiere which I have found. It has a flower- lace decoration on the front. It makes me feel feminine, beautiful, happy, and womanly. It is a Magic Glamorise-1003. A perfect fit!! My new pink brassiere with flower-lace.