A Breakup Letter to My Victoria’s Secret Bombshell Bra

A Breakup Letter to My Victoria’s Secret Bombshell Bra

Dear Victoria’s Secret Bombshell Bra,

Prior to purchasing you, I had acquired the nickname “dinner plate” since my chest was essentially flat. In an attempt to compensate for my rather unshapely breasts, I would display my scantily clad self for others. I was confused – I had received conflicting ideas from my peers and from pop culture. How was I supposed to be extremely thin, but at the same time have big breasts and a curvy butt?

With jeans as tight as hell and a top that landed just below my tiny breasts, I paraded myself around the halls of my school. For me, much of middle and high school revolved around attracting the attention of the opposite sex in the hopes of feeling desired. I was determined to find out what would make me irresistible. After observing a common characteristic between all of the “popular” girls, I realized that I needed to make a change: my boobs needed to be bigger. You were my solution.

I lusted after you. Standing inside of the Victoria’s Secret dressing room that weekend, I tried you on. I “scooped” my breasts and rested them on top of your mounds of extra padding. I opened the door to the dressing room and revealed my new self to my friends. They were wowed by my instantaneous change, thanks to you. When it came time for me to purchase you, my very first push-up bra, I was proud. No longer would I have to receive comments about my unusually small breasts! No longer would I feel self-conscious about my body! You solved all of my problems–or so I thought.

After years of wearing you almost every day, I decided to borrow one of my sister’s bras on a family vacation in high school. It was soft, made of lace, and had no padding. Compared to you, it was like wearing a cloud! Why was I forcing myself to wear you when there were much better options out there? These other bras were still pretty and sexy, but were more natural than you.

Don’t get me wrong–I am a believer that there is no point to bras aside from making one’s breasts look perkier (something that society came up with). But, I’m choosing other bras over you. You taught me how to fake my breast size rather than embrace how they naturally were.

You were my barrier to self-love, but you are no longer. Non-padded bra or no bra, I love my breasts for how they are, not how you made them seem. I’m sorry to say this, but it’s not me –it’s you. Thanks for the great times we had together. See you never!


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