"Who needs a bra anyway?!"
I know this conjures up a multitude of images which I can only leave to the reader's imagination, but under my circumstances it has so many levels of importance. See I have not really needed a regular bra for almost 2 years with the cancer and reconstruction surgeries and the breast expanders. I finally bought myself some pretty bras to make myself feel good.
The other day, as we were preparing to move, my teenage daughter ended up throwing away a lot of her old clothes. Around the same time, I was trying desparately to find the new black bra I had just purchased. It was not an expensive purchase but somehow became very important to me. It was a symbol of me finally getting on with my life. My daughter saw me rummaging through my boxed clothes and inquired why I was so upset. I explained to her about the bra. She looked at me quizzically, "You mean the black one you put in with my clothes? I thought it was old and threw it away with my other things in the dumpster." I don't know what made me more upset...the fact that she threw the thing away or thought it was old. Either way I was not going down without a fight. Yes, I climbed into the dumpster at our apartment building and fished out the new bra...now covered in coffee grounds.
Is this what it means when they refer to hitting rock bottom?
The other day, as we were preparing to move, my teenage daughter ended up throwing away a lot of her old clothes. Around the same time, I was trying desparately to find the new black bra I had just purchased. It was not an expensive purchase but somehow became very important to me. It was a symbol of me finally getting on with my life. My daughter saw me rummaging through my boxed clothes and inquired why I was so upset. I explained to her about the bra. She looked at me quizzically, "You mean the black one you put in with my clothes? I thought it was old and threw it away with my other things in the dumpster." I don't know what made me more upset...the fact that she threw the thing away or thought it was old. Either way I was not going down without a fight. Yes, I climbed into the dumpster at our apartment building and fished out the new bra...now covered in coffee grounds.
Is this what it means when they refer to hitting rock bottom?
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