I think, at some point, we all become one of our parents. Maybe even both of them. If you have kids, this feeling might come earlier in life, depending on how early you have children. Even if you don’t have children, that I Just Became My *insert parent* moment comes. I can’t say that I remember the first time that I felt like I had become my mother, but recently I’ve felt it about the mundane issue of bra shopping. Mom and I both hate it, for different reasons, but we still hate it.
To be clear, my mother died a few years ago, so it’s more like she hated it for sometime before she died. I have no idea how she feels about it now. The topic didn’t come up at the three seances I attended after she died. Yes, three. That can be another story, sometime. Anyway, mom had bad rotator cuffs and had problems putting a bra on at all, so she didn’t wear one often. She mostly had very old bras, and I suggested to her several times that she really should get new ones. She did buy a new one and was amazed at how well it felt, but with the lousy rotator cuffs, it was painful to put on.
I don’t have any pain putting on a bra. I don’t like wearing them because, well, does anyone really like wearing them? But, I’m no longer of the small, perky boob phase of my life, so I wear them more often than I like. Bra shopping seems to have gotten convoluted over my lifetime. When I was younger bra shopping seemed pretty straight forward. Measure your chest just below your boobs. Then Measure around your boobs at the nipple. Band size was the first number, add a cup size for every number difference between the two measurements, boom! Bra size. I have no idea what calculations are used anymore. In typical fashion, manufacturers don’t use a standard size, and it’s much easier to buy from international stores who, of course, use different measurements. Some websites can give you a detailed boob sizing if you answer some questions. Some shops insist that you must come in for proper sizing. Victoria’s Secret main secret seems to be that they only make bras for a specific ideal body type. I’ll admit to being a Victoria’s Secret shopper in my day. The last time I shopped at Victoria’s Secret I bought three of what, surprisingly, became my favorite bras.
At some point in Victoria’s Secret rule, they introduced sports bras. I didn’t think too much of the line. It was a time when most sports bras where ugly and awkward to put on. The idea of sports bras by Victoria’s Secret being able to withstand any kind of workout seemed silly to me. But, I did eventually wander into that section of the store and decided to try one. It was different. Not an over-the-head boob smasher like most sports bras at the time. This one was like a regular bra. It clasped in the back. Turned out, it was terrific. I loved it. I bought two more. They stopped making them. I haven’t really bought new bras since. My boobs hate me now.