I started wearing a bra in Year 7,mainly because I was starring in the high school production ofPirates of Penzance and my costume,while suitably demure for my conservative school,was in danger of painting my burgeoning breasts in an unflattering light. So off to Myer Mum and I trotted,whereupon I was fitted with a bra of the"beige,functional and entirely non-sensual"variety befitting a 12-year-old.
It can't have been long before I"graduated"to underwire bras because other than my first bra,I cannot remember life without them.
In my early 20s,I remember my first experience shopping at Victoria's Secret online,and then at the store on my maiden trip to the US. And underwire,always underwire.
Occasionally I'd buy a soft-cup or wire-free bra only to have it languish at the back of the drawer. I wanted breasts that were (or at least appeared) bigger,fuller and more ... grabbable? ... than my 10B status would naturally afford.
As I have matured,I have grown to love my body,smallish boobs and all. It recently dawned on me that more often than not,regardless of season or outfit,I reach for the wire-free bras over their underwired cousins. I love the comfort,the delicate trims and,if I may say,the propensity for a little"side boob".