As someone who was flat-chested until my thirties, my relationship with bras has always been dysfunctional. I wanted one when I didn't need it and needed one when I didn't want it. Now, it is National No Bra Day, and I have finally been given public approval to forego wearing the thing, yet, I find I cannot. It seems I have a severe case of Stockholm Syndrome when it comes to my 18-Hour and can't bear the thought of leaving it on my dresser, torturous clamps and annoying straps dangling in despair. So, I will wear my bra today, even though most days, I'd rather drown it in a pool of Woolite.
