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Sometimes, whether it is a bra or a relationship, that perfect fit eludes us. Here is a funny story.
I have a confession to make: I am one of those people who has mostly bought regular cotton bras which you get at your roadside shop, hastily packed by a shifty looking sales guy. But as I grew (literally) I realised that getting the perfect fit was easier said than done. It also took me time to realise that there are different styles and cuts of dresses, blouses, kurtas and each of them meant having a different style of bras.
So far I have met the T-shirt bra, saree bra and bras that look like they came off Xena the warrior princess. I have also had brief encounters with the nursing bra which was my best friend during the time I was a personal vending machine.
Different bras come with their own personality quirks and the most common among them is stubbornness as they refuse to stay hidden. Sometimes I wonder if we ask too much of girls – first they must hide their breasts, then their bras, then any indication that there is a bra and also themselves in that order.
If any of these fail, we term it a wardrobe malfunction even though the wardrobe here is probably the most intact thing here – her confidence not so much.
‘Braccidents’ are pretty common, at least that is how it feels to me. Peeking bra straps seem to be the worst offenders here. Buying the bra from the shifty guy at the counter also means that more often than not, I bring home the wrong size because all I want to do then is buy the bra and then change my name and move to another country. Hence the correct size of the garment is always a big question mark.
Here are some of the accidents that fall under this category and all because the right fit eluded you once again.
Scenario One: You wear your pretty pink bra which is all you have left as laundry is still on the to do list, with your usual formal white shirt, only to realise mid-way through your day in office that maybe that was not the brightest thing to do.
Scenario Two: The invite to your family get together says wear white saree. So you wear the only blouse in your closet that fits with your usual bra, only to find your dad’s cousin’s wife whom you have never spoken to, standing behind you tucking in your straps and bra band into the blouse.
Scenario Three: Your tailor wants to try out some new neckline designs to the cloth you gave him to stitch which looked pretty on paper but in reality involves a circle right above the left boob. Which means that there is not a single bra in your lingerie drawer that can help you without making its acquaintance to the outside world.
Scenario Four: You buy that magical strapless bra that seems to magically hold everything in its place only to find that it has forgotten its promise midway during your event.
Considering how clandestine the whole affair of buying a bra is, most women (atleast the ones I know) have never been bra schooled. The only lesson they got was probably from their mom when they bought their first sports bra.
Stray conversations with girlfriends and aunts help but they can range from you should always wear conical shaped bras, (thanks but will inform you if I get the role of a ‘fort door’) or myths like black bras can cause cancer (please don’t fall for this one!)
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Oh God. I can relate to all these scenarios. I really dont know why people find something as harmless as a bra or its strap so offensive. The expression on their face when they point out/ nudge you about the strap- Stink eye at its worst. Earlier I used to get so embarrassed. But now I am bold enough to say “let it be, its just a bra strap. it wont bite”.
My mother always insisted that undergarments should be dried out in the sun and shes absolutely right. When I attended a mountaineering camp recently, I got into trouble with my lady instructor. She shouted at me for leaving my washed bras and undies out where male instructors and male students can see. Guys of course had no qualms in drying out their under garments out in full visibility of the women’s tent. I tried to argue that its difficult to dry something inside in Kashmir weather, wet UGs can cause infection. She would not listen. Then I started drying it on a rock half a km from the camp. Phewww!
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