Bonnie Sue
05-30-2009, 12:24 PM
This is my first post here, but some of you may remember my seminal work The Bra Manifesto from late in the last century recounting my long sojourn and triumph in naturally, with just water, growing into my cups. Someone hosted it way back then, and if you search for it you will probably still find it. Back then I was Wendy.
I am interested to hear from others who share this adoration of the most feminine item of clothing, and what their journey has been like, their success (or lack thereof) in ever attaining that moment when you finally realize you are one with your bra.
If you know what I mean. Not just filling your cups naturally and correctly, not just strapping it on without an extender, naturally. And not just looking good in it to boot. And not just the hopefully mind-changing experience of graduating cup size. I am referring to that transitional moment when you quite unexpectedly realize that it is comfortable and natural and right. A sense of piqued nonchalance, a sense of wonder and joy, and the conviction that all is right and as it should be.
Have you ever felt this? If so, what was your journey like? What epiphanies did you encounter along the way? Was there “A” bra? Or did you and your tastes change along the way? And why, do you think, did these little evolutionary events stick with you?
I would love for the GGs here to respond in kind. The differences in, well, for lack of a better term, bra-training, would be fascinating to read and ponder. All the epiphanies along the way.
(If it seems this is interesting, I will post some as updates to The Bra Manifesto)
I am interested to hear from others who share this adoration of the most feminine item of clothing, and what their journey has been like, their success (or lack thereof) in ever attaining that moment when you finally realize you are one with your bra.
If you know what I mean. Not just filling your cups naturally and correctly, not just strapping it on without an extender, naturally. And not just looking good in it to boot. And not just the hopefully mind-changing experience of graduating cup size. I am referring to that transitional moment when you quite unexpectedly realize that it is comfortable and natural and right. A sense of piqued nonchalance, a sense of wonder and joy, and the conviction that all is right and as it should be.
Have you ever felt this? If so, what was your journey like? What epiphanies did you encounter along the way? Was there “A” bra? Or did you and your tastes change along the way? And why, do you think, did these little evolutionary events stick with you?
I would love for the GGs here to respond in kind. The differences in, well, for lack of a better term, bra-training, would be fascinating to read and ponder. All the epiphanies along the way.
(If it seems this is interesting, I will post some as updates to The Bra Manifesto)