Deep Thoughts

Dear Bra,

     I remember when we first met. You were thrust upon me in shame. Society could not bear the nipples of a pre-teen. But our relationship blossomed, and we became inseparable, wire tight.

You introduced me to Victoria’s Secret and encouraged me to be the biggest version of myself. I introduced you to hordes of fumbling man-hands. We went on to have countless escapades together.

     We snapped ties over the pandemic, and I let you go. Bouncing from place to place and brazen at the office. Soon to realize society could neither bear the nipples of a mid-life woman.

Inspired by Dear Diary, Well Spent, Seinfeld, and Jack Handey. Photo by unpict.