My Favorite Bra

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My Favorite Bra

By Melanie E.

A piece of clothing doesn't have to be extraordinary to be perfect.

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I bought my favorite bra about three years ago.

It's nothing particularly fancy, really. A black underwire in a 38B, it has soft cups that are stretchy, not padded, and just a bit of a spray of lace, down the front of the straps and the inside seams of the cups. It cost me about 20 bucks online, from Walmart even.

I bought it because I already knew the brand and style. I have the same bra in white (36B, no lace. A bit too tight right now.) I also have it in nude (40B, a bit loose even on the tightest hooks.) It doesn't make my breasts look two sizes larger, or give me cleavage for days, or even make me look much more shapely than any other bra I have.

So why is it my favorite?

It's my favorite because of its fit. The band is just the right size, doesn't squeeze or chafe my ribs and doesn't pinch my back. The straps are just the right length and just the right spacing apart, sitting at that perfect spot just behind the points of my collarbone and never slipping. Nothing rides or bites or scratches or twists. The stretch to the cups means that I never have to deal with "muffin tits," but still feels supportive. The material feels nice but stays cool, and okay, the lace does make me feel just a *touch* sexy when I wear it.

So, no. It's not the world's best bra, perhaps. There are undoubtedly finer examples of the article in the world, sure. Eventually it will no longer fit me so perfectly, and when it doesn't I will need to find a new favorite bra to replace it.

But why worry about any of that, when it's my perfect bra for right now?

I have a lot of problems in my life. Problems with my body, problems with my wardrobe, problems with my head and heart. It's a constant struggle to make things work, to move forward and find reasons to be happy when it feels like the entire world around me is engineered to make me feel like I can never be good enough, be talented enough, or skinny enough, or masculine or feminine enough.

I could spend every waking moment obsessing about all of that, but I spend too many of them doing so already. Instead, is it not better to look at the things you have in life that are positives, and focus on those? After all, a positive attitude is one of the most important parts of motivation, so how can you fix the bad if you can't recognize the good?

Yeah, life has a lot of problems, but it has a lot of blessings too.

Good friends.

Supportive communities.

Beautiful things to admire and aspire too.

And, if you're lucky, one perfect-fitting, favorite bra to remind you that, occasionally, everything will work out just like you want it to.

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NOTES:
Sorry, just a little thing that came to me and I wanted to share for some reason.



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