For someone who has a massive underwear collection, I have very few bras. Not even enough to start a collection. I have the basics: nude, white and black. I haven’t bought new ones in almost a year. It is time.
I meet a girlfriend for lunch and then we head out shopping. I tell her I need to spice up my bras.
I pick out some crazy ones: zebra, neon orange/pink, glitter for days. I try on so many and settle on my three favorites. My friend joins me in line to check out. She says,
I hold up my selection: one nude, one white and one black bra.
She raises her eyebrows at me. I declare,
“I don’t want to talk about it. At least they’re new.”