| January 8, 2005 | I'll Tell You a Secret... |
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I'll tell you a secret: I didn't even wear a bra for one year from age twenty-four to twenty-five. (This was back in 1999-2000 when I worked at WildWeb in Boston and then at Scour in Beverly Hills when I first moved to Los Angeles). One of my dearest (and very gay) friends was staying with me in LA for a few weeks back in the warm spring of 2000, and he took me aside one morning after we ate breakfast. "Sweetie," he said. "I'm not sure how you're gonna take this... but... you really need to start wearing a bra." He dragged me back into my bedroom and turned me so that I could see the sideview of my chest in the full-length mirror. "Your boobies are too big to be just letting them hangout together all unsupervised." I think my jaw dropped, or I giggled. And I probably turned red. But he was right. It was true. I needed to wear one! In fact, it was totally obscene that I wasn't wearing one to work. You know, I dunno why I even stopped wearing bras at that point in my life -- was I embracing an excessively bohemian lifestyle? Or maybe I thought bras weren't comfortable or they were too complicated... or something. More likely I was just too lazy when getting dressed in the mornings before work. "Princess, trust me, you'll thank me for telling you this someday," he said as he rummaged through my armoire to find a bra with underwire. You'll be no doubt relieved to learn that ever since that breakfast-time chat on a warm spring day in 2000 in Los Angeles, I've been committed to wearing a brassiere every day. Especially to work. I mean, those were the wild internet/dot.com days -- but what was I thinking?! Thank you, JP! You certainly had at least one positive impact on my life. Labels: jp posted by Jess Barron @ 12:33 PM 
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