Today on my way to work, I was listening to radio story about middle school poetry, and I got totally lost in the memory of buying my first bra. It's funny how that even at 44, I don't really feel that much older than I was at the time.
In my case, I was ambushed by my grandma and her big sister, Naomi. They took me shopping, which wasn't super-unusual, but they didn't tell me what we were shopping for. When we got to store, she said, "Honey it's time for you to get a bra." Great.
I love my grandma dearly, but I was mortified. Despite my panic, there was no way out. They were two strong-willed ladies and I was a gawky 12-year-old.
They chose a Dawn Bra. I still chuckle at that name. It was in a pink box with a pretty blond teenager smiling into the camera. Of course I had to try it on at the store. They wouldn't let me smuggle the box home and try it on in the privacy of my bedroom. They sweetly barged into the dressing room to check the fit, poking and prodding and stretching things. They declared it all good and bought me two bras.
Afterward they took me to get my ears pierced, and we had went out for sandwiches. I thanked them and begged them not to tell my brothers.
Embarrassing as it was, I was proud too. So proud, in fact, that I wore the Dawn Bra under my nightgown that night. I was spending the night at Great Aunt Naomi's house, and I can now imagine her chuckling to herself because she would have noticed that kind of a thing.
Grandma and her sister took over caring for me in ways that my own mother wasn't able to, because of her own struggles with alcoholism and depression. They're both gone now, having passed away from old age just days from each other. I miss them terribly, but I'm glad I had them.
How about you? Want to share a first bra memory?