That's Rough, Bra.

When a girl is asked what the most uncomfortable article of clothing is, it’s unlikely that she wouldn’t even think of not mentioning a bra. Even when the world decides to put every country under Martial Law, there is almost no way that the tides will turn and it becomes something “comfortable”.  Bras will still be the embodiment of both satire and a curse. The feeling is unpleasant—elastic fabric straps that constantly hug the shoulders too much that it aches; the metal clasp situated right over the spine, digging into the back as if some psycho decided to poke it for the rest of the day. What’s worse is when the bra is so tight, the clasp decides that it’s finally time to let go.

For someone who’s into sports, I’m chesty. Meaning, looking for sports bras is the absolutely one of hardest things to do. As much as possible, it should be cheap so that the option of purchasing plenty would be more open. It should also give medium to high support, because if otherwise, I would be lying on the floor, clutching my chest, feeling as if my insides have been tossed around like salad. But it doesn’t mean that bras aren’t worthless. It’s basically a torture device made to encase the breasts to stop it from moving like gelatin being transferred onto a plate, because it physically hurts more than how other people expect. It’s a creation with a purpose to support. It’s like putting a woman out of hell by giving her a different kind of hell to help her survive the first one.

Ah, there is nothing better than an infuriatingly ironic article of clothing that works like a curse.

For the purposes of education, here’s a story about bras, sports, and regrets to sympathize with:

It was on one unfortunate day when I decided to sleep in the middle of the night, resulting in a daze from the lack of sleep. The morning played out as it usually did, but I was more unfocused and unaware of what I was doing (it’s bad to sleep at 12 midnight when you know you’re supposed to wake up at 5 am. Don’t do let yourself live that way). Plus, it also took a real long time for me to complete the morning routine. But as soon as I finished, I headed out for school in an unbelievably groggy state.

The day went by normally—classes, cramming, and a lot of keening when the teachers announce more homework. On an even sadder note, varsity training was scheduled to happen on that day. Just when I thought that it couldn’t get any worse, I noticed, as soon as I arrived at the training venue, I accidentally wore a regular bra. The generic, underwire, padded bra with a clasp at the back and adjustable straps. The kind that any person in their right mind should not wear for any vigorous physical activity.

The 2 hours felt like abuse. It really had to be on that unfortunate day where God decided it was about time for our team to increase the extent of our stamina. We were constantly jumping, sprinting, running in place, and I felt like my lungs were being thrown around in my chest cavity. My torso felt like it was being twisted inside-out. The chest pains I experienced were so extreme it was as if the muscles were being detached from the ribs. Breathing, also, probably became more challenging than the exercises itself. There were a good number of things that I ended up regretting that day, and it could be said that I am worthy of surviving hell.

So take it to heart that you are responsible to your own body. Develop it to its best condition to easily breakthrough the negativity that may come your way. Keep the mind stimulated and always stay focused, unless you’d prefer regretting the choices you make. If you take all these into consideration, you know your life won’t be falling apart anytime soon. And for the sake of your physical and mental stability, always stay healthy, be happy with your body, and wear the right bra.

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