As a teenager, I have mixed feelings about bras. Most of those
feelings are negative. As an example, when the only bra I have left is that one bra which is visible through my
shirt. As I walk around, I’m perfectly aware that every single person in my
vicinity knows the colour of one half of my underwear. And I begin to wonder,
why did I buy this bra? Ah, yes, bra shopping. I love shopping for myself, but
bra shopping is something I could very easily do without.
Firstly, since I cannot drive, and when I’m starting out
with bra shopping require some … assistance, I have to go with my mother. Which
would normally be fine, if we were shopping for something like clothes or
presents for friends. But bra shopping is a bit more perilous in this
situation. It begins with the moment I walk into the bra section, and I am
bombarded with the sight of neon pink and bright green bras, and I think “how
do people even wear those without the aforementioned see-through shirt
disaster?” With a quick glance over my shoulder to make sure there is no one I
know within a 50 metre radius, I reluctantly press on further into the shopping
section of doom.
It turns out, while I was busy contemplating the issue of bumping
into school peers and neon bras, my mother has already picked out a selection
for me to try on. And since I’ve already managed to get separated from her, she
is forced to hold it up in the air and call out to me. At this moment, I have
one of two choices: walk towards the bra being suspended in the air and reveal
that it is beckoning for me; or I can hide, and no doubt succumb myself to more
calling out and eventual anger from my mother. Let’s face it, angry mothers are
scary. So, I make my way towards her, once again hoping that no one I know is
nearby.
After a hasty discussion involving my mother holding the bra
up to me and asking me whether I think it will fit (if I say yes, does that
mean we can leave early?), I have to go try it on anyway. Now, I don’t know
about you, but stripping down in a change room is hellishly awkward. They don’t
have CCTV cameras in there, right? Not to mention the straps on this bra
probably won’t be set right, and the band will be stubborn and not want to
attach, and basically it will just be a disaster. Still, it’s a bra, and it fit
eventually, so I’m done here, and I’m ready to leave this shop as soon as
possible.
Okay, so maybe I’m being a bit harsh on the bra shopping
experience. It is important, and when you learn you’ve gone up a bra size,
well, that’s always a bit exciting (as a teen it is, anyway). There are
definitely aspects which are less than desirable, and when you’re a teenager,
the bad tends to outweigh the good. Thank goodness for
online shopping at Undiewarehouse!