Bras and laundry. I know some women who truly enjoy doing laundry. They love the act of loading and unloading the washer and dryer. They love the smell of freshly laundered clothes.
I am not one of those people. I hate doing the laundry especially my bras because I can't throw them into the dryer with everything else. It causes me to have to sort my laundry (and yes you can hear me saying that with the whine of a 5 year old.) I hate doing laundry so much that I've acquired enough clothes to go 2 weeks between trips to the laundry room in this apartment complex. My mother would be appalled to know that, it's a good thing I don't tell her!
I've had to make peace with the fact that I have large breasts requiring an underwire bra, but realizing that you have to hang dry them to make them last longer has been harder.
There is a certain beauty to all of those bras hanging on the shower rod, though. Part of my changes this year include something I've struggled with since I was a child, being a stand out. I've always been one to hang back part of the crowd. You call my name in class and I'd scrunch in my seat, blush, and stammer out the answer. Working in an operating room, you work as a team, and I'm good at that. But standing out with all eyes on me, scares me.
In an effort to get over that, I started small. Colorful underwear has come into my home. Bright colored t-shirts, and even a few skin revealing dresses. It's small steps; and who would have thought it would start with a bra.