Friday, May 21, 2010
I’ve gained a bit of weight in the last year or so, which means that my breasts have gotten bigger. Boobs are awesome, and I’ve always felt a bit deficient in the boob department compared to my more generously endowed friends (for whom titties are a common topic of conversation). So, I’m happy about having bigger breasts. I liked them before (36 b/c), and I like them now (not sure, but bigger!).
Here is what I do not like.
None of my goddamn fucking bras fit right.
None of them. I am spilling out and under and sideways. Not even the boob part for the most part – more the side.
Usually I work at home and thus I am in a position to wear no bra. But I am currently at my part-time job and with the shirt I’m wearing, I cannot remove it. I am distinctly uncomfortable, making it difficult to concentrate.
Before, my bras have not fit particularly well. They always fall from my collarbones; I don’t find underwire comfortable. But I’ve always been able to work it out okay. I was a 34/36 B/C – a size that bra manufacturers seem to like to make a lot of - and I never had trouble finding inexpensive bras in my size.
Bras are not easy to buy, even with conditional class privilege. While bottom underwear is relatively cheap and easy to find, a bra is $10 for one cheap one, and at least $50 for a well-constructed one. I don’t think I’ve ever spent $50 of my own money on a single article of clothing, and to buy one that few see.
This is not just something that happens. Breasts are unique, and different, and hard to fit. But there are millions of women in the US, and we shouldn’t be suffering, or uncomfortable, or forced to wear ill-fitting garments simply because we have a bodily feature common (but not exclusive to) to women. It’s not enough that we’re shamed for their size or visibility – too big, too small, too slutty, too prude – we must also spend a disproportionate amount of our clothing budget to outfit them attractively and
It’s indicative of sexism, because women usually have breasts. It’s indicative of sizism, because the bigger we are, the harder it is to buy them. It’s indicative of classism, because finding a bra that fits is expensive.
This seems somehow a small injustice. And it is, in a way. And it’s been better articulated by better writers. I am still writing from the perspective of an overall size-privileged body, and my breasts are still, comparatively, quite small and within the range where it would not take a lot of extra effort to get a couple of decent bras, or at least find some that kid of fit.
I suppose it is one of those things I will just have to spend money on. Money that should go to my debt, or my rent, or my groceries, will go towards buying an overexpensive item of support for my simple, lovely, body.
Inspired by a post from Cat of Little Miss Listless