Worse things in Stuff

I’m wearing a button-down top today in my office and every time I sit down I feel the shirt stretch across my belly and pull at the buttons. I suppose that means the shirt is too small for me, but I’ve worn it before and I don’t recall this problem. Maybe I’ve gained weight since I wore it last, that’s certainly possible, but would it be enough weight to make this much of a difference in how my shirt fits? This is frustrating to me because I don’t ever want to wear this shirt again if it’s going to leave me uncomfortable.

I admit I’m all about comfort when it comes to how I dress. I do my very best to look nice, but comfort comes first.

Although that comment makes me think of a conversation I had with Harry back when she was younger. She was at the age where several of her friends had started wearing bras and she wanted a bra too even though there wasn’t much of a reason for her to have one. I told her that she should enjoy the fact that she doesn’t need one right now because once she starts wearing them, she’ll wear them her whole life.

She looked at me with a surprised look and said, “You wear a bra?”

I told her of course I did. I said all women wear bras. I know that my kids would now argue with me about being so cisgender with that comment, but this was a few years ago before they all got weird about stuff like that.

She continued to look at me with disbelief, and she asked, “Why do you wear a bra?”

Like it was the most innocent question in the world. She wasn’t trying to be mean. She just really couldn’t understand why a woman with a flat chest would wear a bra.

So I guess it’s not 100% for comfort. I wear bras everyday because I think I need to have some padding up there to avoid the possibility of visible nipples. They offer me no support because I have nothing there to support.

Genetics do have a lot to do with breast size, and I feel mildly apologetic that my daughters both have small chests (although they’re both bigger than I am). But there are worse things in the world.