Friday Flashback - Bras and Bandaids

It was the beginning of a new school year, the first day back on the bus and I was headed to sixth grade.  I noticed M.P. (a boy I grew up with, I'll use initials to protect the guilty) was looking at my chest.  Over the summer, I had probably grown a little bit, and had gotten a few new bras.  I was wearing a button down white casual kind of blouse, so it wasn't tight at all, and I even remember the bra I was wearing.  This bra in paticular was even the kind that didn't have any of the padding that makes you actually look bigger than you are. Well, M.P. asked if I stuffed my bra...  I could have hit him!  (I actually did slap him later that year... but that's another story for another day...) 

I didn't really think anything of it again.  A few weeks later in P.E. when we were changing our clothes, one of my new friends, I had just met that year, Holly, said "Yeah, M.P. said you stuff your bra."  I think I said something like, "does this bra look stuffed to you?"  or something like that.  He had been telling people I stuffed my bra!  Like sixth grade is easy anyway...  Middle school was the worst. 

Then, when I was a young teenager...  We were visiting my grandparents, and my grandma and my mom were sitting around the kitchen table, when I walked in and told my mom I wanted to go to the mall. 

My Grandma asked what I needed at the mall, and I told her that I needed a new bra.  To which she replied, "Why do you need to buy a bra?  I've got some band-aids you can use over there in that drawer."

She really cracked herself up over that one.