The Bra That Tried To Kill Me
At first it seemed like the one for me. It had cushy straps that seemed wide enough not to sever my shoulders. It had thick underwires strong enough for a space shuttle (but made for a woman... ).
It wasn't very pretty, though, a characteristic that many of the "big" ones share. I wanted a pretty bra even though my husband's opinion on bras is: "It's what's inside that counts".
What I thought was the perfect bra made me feel supported, and I even looked a little thinner with everything in its place. I took really good care of it, hanging it up to dry like instructed on the care tag.
Then something happened. It started as just a little poke in the side, just under my arm. I ignored it at first, thinking I could just readjust. Every time I washed it and wore it, I would pull the wire back...