Burn Your Bras To Light The Way

Burn Your Bras To Light The Way

"We are more than what covers us up"
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"Bras are like boyfriends- they're supposed to support you, but the reality is, they're not all that comfortable." - "Bras and Binders"

When I was younger, I thought I may have been born a boy and my family just forgot to tell me. My Italian heritage resulted in dark hair on my arms, legs, and stomach that I did not see on the women in magazine covers or the Disney Channel. It was not until third grade that my womanhood was confirmed: I was given my first training bra. It was purple and cheetah print- soft cloth with no wire. Virtually pointless. To me, however, it defined girlhood and marked an important moment in my life. I was an "early developer"- one of the only girls in my third grade class to wear a bra. After I was given my ticket to femininity, I felt empowered.

Looking back, it is sad to think that my first moment of pride in my gender and my body was when I was given a garment to cover it up.

I have grown quite a bit since the third grade. My breasts are now past the sizes you can freely purchase in department stores and Victoria's Secret chains. There is never certainty whether or not I will find a bra at the store, or will I have to delve into the depths of online shopping? The one thing that is always certain: they are expensive. Incredibly expensive.

I shouldn't have to spend an entire paycheck to cover my breasts to make other people more comfortable.

There is constantly pressure for young girls and women to maintain a pleasing physique for the satisfaction of others. Our breasts must be perky, but not too perky. We must be thin, but not too thin. Curvy, but not full figured. And God forbid we show any cleavage. The pressure of constantly adhering to society's standards has become a burden that I no longer wish to carry. My back hurts from wearing bras for twelve years.

In college, I decided to stop consistently wearing bras and only wear them when I want to. This has been the most liberating decision I've ever made!

Your bra is as oppressive and constricting as the system that puts men ahead of women.

Ladies, it's time to break free.

Reasons to Burn Your Bra:

1. They DO NOT define your womanhood or femininity.

Gender is defined by what society and culture deems masculine or feminine. Sex as male or female is the biological way which you were born. Therefore, your bra does not make you a woman. Your boobs do not make you a woman. In the words of the stunning Viola Davis:

2. It's almost impossible to find one that fits.

I am currently a 36 E, and I have been every size below. One of my breasts is slightly larger than the other, and no matter where I purchase my bras, they never quite fit properly.

3. They're Uncomfortable

There is a reason for the idea of a woman taking off her bra after a long day...they are absolutely torturous to wear for long periods of time. The underwire pokes you, the straps dig into your shoulders, they push your breasts up unnaturally. It's all around annoying.

Not to mention that when it's hot outside, it is one extra body-hugging piece of clothing that potentially causes discomfort, chafing, rashes, and sweat.

I'll admit that I don't find bras to be torturous all the time- but after I stopped wearing them frequently, I noticed just how much better it felt to go without one.

4. They're Expensive

Like I said before, bras can be anywhere from thirty to upwards of hundreds of dollars. It's unreasonable to require women to pay that much for underwear that is almost NEVER SEEN.

5. We Do Not Have To Wear Them

Luckily, we have a choice. If you love bras and feel comfortable wearing them, you can continue. If you dislike bras and do not want to wear them, YOU DON'T HAVE TO. What you wear is your choice .

So, metaphorically burn your bras by hiding them under your bed or selling them online to get your hard earned money back. Wear them, or don't wear them. Either way, embrace the choice. We are more than what covers us up.

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5 Perks Of Having A Long-Distance Best Friend

The best kind of long-distance relationship.
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Sometimes, people get annoyed when girls refer to multiple people as their "best friend," but they don't understand. We have different types of best friends. There's the going out together best friend, the see each other everyday best friend and the constant, low maintenance best friend.

While I'm lucky enough to have two out of the three at the same school as me, my "low maintenance" best friend goes to college six hours from Baton Rouge.

This type of friend is special because no matter how long you go without talking or seeing each other, you're always insanely close. Even though I miss her daily, having a long-distance best friend has its perks. Here are just a few of them...

1. Getting to see each other is a special event.

Sometimes when you see someone all the time, you take that person and their friendship for granted. When you don't get to see one of your favorite people very often, the times when you're together are truly appreciated.

2. You always have someone to give unbiased advice.

This person knows you best, but they probably don't know the people you're telling them about, so they can give you better advice than anyone else.

3. You always have someone to text and FaceTime.

While there may be hundreds of miles between you, they're also just a phone call away. You know they'll always be there for you even when they can't physically be there.

4. You can plan fun trips to visit each other.

When you can visit each other, you get to meet the people you've heard so much about and experience all the places they love. You get to have your own college experience and, sometimes, theirs, too.

5. You know they will always be a part of your life.

If you can survive going to school in different states, you've both proven that your friendship will last forever. You both care enough to make time for the other in the midst of exams, social events, and homework.

The long-distance best friend is a forever friend. While I wish I could see mine more, I wouldn't trade her for anything.

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That One Time I May Have Shot An Ex-Police Officer

Yeah, you heard me.

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In England, we don't really have guns, maybe hunting guns but I think it's pretty rare. Anyway, point is, barely any guns. I have never seen a gun, shot a gun, I don't even know anybody that owns a gun so as an exchange student in Oklahoma it's a novelty to visit a gun range.

I was pretty nervous about shooting but the instructor was super nice and told us how to hold the gun and load it before we went into the range. He also let us ask any questions we had about guns and explained the process of getting a gun in Oklahoma and he said he had visited Europe and was talking about England, and how he used to be a cop and opened his own gun shop. Basically a really really nice guy, which honestly makes harming him ten times worse.

We went into the range and we were shooting a 22 caliber and another guy at the range, I'm assuming a regular, asked if we wanted to fire his revolver so of course, we said yes.

This gun was definitely heavier and the trigger was super hard to pull but he kept his hand on the gun whilst I struggled with the trigger and then I fired it.

I heard a bang and I heard a yell.

I turned around and he was holding his thumb and there was blood dripping onto the floor. At this point, I thought I had shot him, so you can imagine the sheer level of panic that I was feeling.

The color drained from my face and I was frozen solid and all I could say was, "are you okay?" which was answered with a "Ma'am, put the gun down."

Basically, I'm freaking out and I look over at the lads for some form of reassurance, which was met with them looking equally as freaked out as me. So I asked,

"Do we need to call someone?"

"Yep. We are definitely gonna have to call someone"

So at this point, my nerves were shattered and I had no idea what was going on or what the procedure is for this sort of thing. I mean, the guy also took it like a champ and barely even winced and kept repeating "little lady, you're fine" – safe to say I did not feel fine nor did the situation, in my eyes, look at all fine.

Luckily the regulars knew what to do and took him to the ER so we were left in the store with another regular shooter.

Everyone else went back out to shoot but I didn't feel like assaulting/ shooting/ potentially murdering anyone else so I decided to sit this round out and talk to the woman that stayed with us and he called and said it wasn't me, something came off the bullet or gun and went into his hand- so no I didn't actually shoot him and he was going to be okay.

The point of this now very funny story is that whilst guns are cool they're also pretty dangerous.

I have no idea how someone can participate in these mass shootings because I didn't even shoot someone, only thought I did, and it was probably the most terrifying moment of my life.

So, if you are around guns, have fun, be safe and try not to send your instructor to the ER.

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