Lost & Looking

Sometimes it won't be lace & hot pink but it still wants attention


J.McGowen

I AM my bra.

I find it amusing how we as women invest in something so delicate to define our womanhood, sexuality, and now even mothering. In all areas a bra appears to look different and even feel different. Over the years of mothering, I have come to a place of serenity that mine will be stretched to a place of no return. Nursing four babies seems to take all the delicate beauty and warp it in some wired item . However I am a woman of change and it has come to my attention that it is time to let go those Johnson & Johnson years moving forward to a place of much needed redememption. I became a wife and mother but a woman I AM. "Where's my bra?" and what exactly does that mean ? It has different meanings with different ages, different places, and YES ladies, different men even the imagined ones. I implore you to search for your bra in where you sit today. Are you wearing one? Does it need to be washed or thrown out to die somewhere. Are you dying in your bra? Is it time to replace your "mom bra" with a reminder that you were once sexually inclinded to leave it somewhere and forget. Now that's a cool bra.