It Starts With A Bra

Sometimes it’s as simple as putting on a bra.

I know some of you never need to do that (and I envy that), but believe me, this body needs a bra. You’ll have a metaphorical equivalent.

And some days that bra is more than an over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Sometimes it is the caffeine in my cup, the gas in my tank, the match to my flame. It can be what turns this non-productive shitty feeling into “Hey! Why don’t I…..? Or, how about…..?” Fill in the blanks with what catches my fancy.

It is not hard for me to slop around all day in the same thing I slept in. After all, I often don’t have to actually leave the house: I found that onion I needed to make dinner. Borrowed it from my housemate actually. And nobody that I know of is coming through the door. And tonight, after watching “The Bachelor”, I can just go back to sleep in this same snazzy non-matching set of sweatpants and t shirt, topped by an ancient Roots fleece with a non-functional zipper. Replace “The Bachelor” with ‘Biggest Loser” tomorrow night and repeat indefinitely until..........

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Which can mean that one day can flow into another without anything really happening.

Which I feel some shame about in this “I’m so busy!!! I have no time for me!!" world. Let's leave that neurosis for another day.

But. If I put on a bra…. Well! That changes the whole damn story! My back is straighter.  The girls are lifted. While I’m at it, I might as well put on a shirt I haven’t slept in, and pants I wouldn’t be embarrassed to greet someone at the door in. And I think I’ll brush my teeth, and wash my face, and well, one thing leads to another and before you know it, I’ve actually turned off the television and I’m finding satisfaction in doing the things I really did want to do. Like making a present for my friend Cath’s birthday.

And all it took was putting on a bra.

What’s your bra?