Why I’ll Never Forget The Day I Got My Bra

My body was changing. I didn’t know how to bring it up to her. We weren’t the kind of family who talked about our bodies. Or any bodies for that matter. What would I say? What would she say? What if one of my brothers heard us? I couldn’t bear to be teased about this. My brothers were good at teasing. One of their names for me was ‘Moose.’ This definitely had to be a private conversation. Dismissing the idea of talking to her, I went on with my young life. Being eleven was hard enough, without this new thing to worry about. Quietly I wondered if wearing a bra would make me feel different about myself. No, I couldn’t see how it could make me feel different. After all, it was just a bra.