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

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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.
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Still, this gnawed at me. I would have to talk to her soon. And then one day, I did it. I said the words. “Mom,…um, when can I get a bra?” There, it was out in the open. I just had to remember to breathe. She was quiet. Very quiet. So I waited. I thought she’d get back to me on this subject soon. After all, I was her first daughter and this was important stuff, right? But nothing was said. Day one, day two, and on it went. A few days later my family was excited because our cousin Pattie was coming over. We loved being with Uncle Steve, Aunt Toby, and Pattie. Pattie was about five years older than me. She shared things with us that we found so interesting. Pattie showed us how to do the latest dances. The twist, the pony; I loved the pony. But best of all, Pattie listened. Sometimes Pattie would barely be in the front door when my siblings and I descended on her, hardly taking a breath.

“Wait,” she’d say laughing. “I can’t hear when you’re all talking at the same time.”

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