underwear trauma, pt II

I went to basketball camp for a week the summer before I started ninth grade. I was 5'9" or 5'10" which caused me to be grouped with high school rather than junior high girls. I only had one bra as my mother lost/misplaced the other one. This was very cruel as she would not buy me another bra. I was too incredibly shy to purchase one on my own at that age. I asked her repeatedly to get me some more as I only had one to wear. At camp, the high school jock girls threw me in the pool one day with my only bra. I had to play basketball later that day braless and was teased mercilessly. Technically, I did not need the bra for support because my size was equivalent to the highest grade on my report card. (I was a good student.) It was humiliating. This tradition of having only one or two bras continued through high school.

Finally, I started buying my own bras. I picked the most colorful and unique ones to make up for my earlier lacking. I had a shiny metallic silver one, but my very favorite was my Victoria Secret's purple mesh demi-cup bra. I had that style in several colors, but the purple was the best. Anyone who knew me in college saw the strap to that bra. Very few were fortunate enough to see me in only a bra let alone that one.