Boobs

Okay.

Are you ready for this?

I'm not sure you are.

I was in the middle of my morning youtube viewing when I came across an Essie Button video on boobs. It was hilarious. It was basically about experiences she had when she first started wearing bras etc. And it made me think about my first experiences when I was going through puberty.

Prepare yourself.

My friends and I have discussed this before but I am pretty sure we all started on these boob tube, bonds pieces of fabric. It did not look like a bra at all. And there is no support whatsoever. But I guess that is what is classified as a training bra? You got to feel super special. "I am a woman now! I am wearing a brassiere!"

From there I remember I had this one bra that actually looked like a bra! No padding in the cup though because my mother bought it haha. But I didn't really realise that you had to adjust the bra straps. So often I would walk around school with my bra bunched up above my breasts. Yes.

I am pretty proud to say I never padded my bra with tissues. I think I just knew I wasn't coordinated enough to pull that off without some horrific accident.

So then I remember when I progressed to honest to goodness bras. I took it upon myself to go to like big W or something and pick one out. However. I had no idea about cup sizes or what the numbers meant. So I was wearing the wrong type of bra for a very long time. It wasn't until one very informative high tea session WHEN I WAS LIKE 18  that my friends informed me what the numbers meant. Life changed. Thankfully though by that point I had managed to try on enough bras that I was pretty close to what I was meant to be. Sigh hahaha. There are also bras I remember growing out of but I loved them so much I would shove my breasts into them anyway. There was no comfort involved in that equation. Especially when the stitching was worn down and the underwire began to cut into my skin. BUT IM A WOMAN DAMN IT!

OMG now this next part is just horrific but its hilarious so I don't care. When I was like 16 I was on a date with a boy. We were at the movies. We weren't seeing anything particularly romantic I don't think. But we were making out, as teenagers do. And he began to try and feel me up. And my boobs were so small that he didn't realise he was fondling my stomach rolls! OH MY GOD HOW EMBARRASSING! And obviously I couldn't correct him because then he would be like "what was I touching then?" and then he would realise, and it would be over. OH TO BE YOUNG.

There was also that stage where you could still get away without wearing a bra, but it had to be done with a certain kind of top. And I was at a girlfriends house and she had decided to go braless. But she had a very light coloured top on. And her mother, in front of me, said "Oi I can see your little brown bits poking through". We both died. And then she whispered to me "can you really...?".
She had to change. I mean I know her mother was doing what was best for her. But JEEEEZ.

Then there was the experimenting with different colours and patterns of bras. At my school during winter we wore these white shirts under green pinafore dresses. Which meant you could see from a side view what bra you were wearing. For some reason. I thought that this meant I could wear patterned bras and people would see them and think I was mature or some shit. After a year of washing these shirts they became pretty sheer.
And one day we had PE and I forgot my PE top and had to wear the sheer white top with my PE shorts. WITH MY BRIGHT GREEN PATTERNED BRA. I just did not have good bra experiences.

Do you guys remember changing in the PE change rooms and noticing that there were those few girls who wore like matching underwear and you were like "shiiiiit, mine came from big W in a pack of 6....and my grandmother bought them for me."

Hahaha.

Hope this gave you a bit of a giggle. I know I certainly had a giggle writing it.
Not so much experiencing it though....

xx Sar