Enough is enough
Cheesy, I know. But it’s not about barbie-fying oneself, even if Lana del Rey is telling me that heaven is a place on earth with me on my Spotify. It’s about something simpler, something smaller. It’s about bras and tits.
I was talking to one of my witty lady friends the other day, and she was complaining about the difficulties of buying panties. Because, you see, she just doesn’t like what’s available. We came to the conclusion that underwear stores tend to classify women in 5 categories: wild man eater, virginal baby, romantic nut case (could be a sub-category of virginal baby), sporty lass, and plain jane. Almost like the Spice Girls. We were wondering where would we fit and couldn’t quite figure it out. And then we moved unto bras. And we realized we were both angry. Angry at the fact that there are only 5 types of bra-buyers, apparently, but also angry at the fact all of them have the very same need: having ginormous breasts.
Yup. You read it. At some point, someone with a job similar to mine decided that what we all wanted out there in breast land was to look plentiful. “Let’s innovate for the ladieeeeez” they said. And in they went those funny push up patches on something like 90% of all the bras on low-cost earth. You know what the really twisted thing about this is? The fact that a garment built for supporting the feminine anatomy has turned into a showcase of stereotyped aesthetics, very possibly for men. And that’s on the sick side, isn’t it?
Granted, you may actually want a push up. You go, girl. But assuming that a vast majority of us wants that is upsetting. That that might be true, it’s even more upsetting. Maybe it’s only my friend and I that think our boob ratio is enough for daily usage, but I suspect we are not alone. Sure, put your bras out there for $9 and girls will buy them. Padded or not. But maybe we’d be buying them if all they did was gently casing out attributes. I actually imagine that some girls don’t want to even hear about having larger tits.
So there, enough is enough. Enough with making us all look like we are breastfeeding. And what I carry with me is enough for me. We’ll fill up the emptier voids in our bras with a bit of self-esteem. Now that’s a push.
