BRA Day With a Twist!
Did you know October 17th is BRA Day?
Well if you didn’t, now you do! This acronym stands for Breast Reconstruction Awareness Day.
I wrote a post earlier on this, so I won’t rehash what I’ve already said. I stand by my words in that post. I hope you’ll take a few minutes to read it if you missed it.
As a sort of mini-rebellion, I thought I’d write a different kind of post for BRA Day; one with a very different twist.
It’s about bras!
Bras are a big deal. Actually this is not true; it’s breasts that are a big deal. Society is obsessed with them. All you have to do is look around.
Even during October, Breast Cancer Awareness Month, at times the emphasis on breasts vs women’s lives is pretty blatant, and downright ridiculous. It’s sexualizing a deadly disease; it just is.
Do these photos really make you think about breast cancer awareness?
I didn’t think so.
If a person didn’t know better, you might sometimes think it is “breast awareness month” instead of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
But back to bras.
Thinking back I realize I’ve had a lot of bras. I’ve had training bras, padded bras, push-up bras, lacy bras, under-wire (yikes, that even sounds bad) bras, nursing bras, black bras, nude colored bras, various other colored bras and sports bras to name a few.
Bras come and bras go.
Following my bilateral mastectomy I discovered none of the bras in my drawer worked for me anymore.
So what’s a gal to do?
Well, after trying out all my old reliables stashed in the drawers, as well as some newer versions of the same, I tried the Ahhh Bra, the Genie bra, a pocketed for prostheses bra and going with no bra.
And yes, I’ve consulted with a professional post-mastectomy bra fitter.
What I’ve come to discover is that probably no bra will ever be completely comfortable for me again for various reasons.
What seems to work best for me now are camisoles.
This is another tiny, relatively unimportant piece of my “new normal.”
But it is one more reason I find this BRA Day acronym to be just plain silly.
Do I support every woman being informed about her reconstruction options?
And this is another problem.
No, it’s the biggest problem.
What about every woman?
Once again, what about the uninsured?
What about the under-insured?
Who is BRA Day really for?
The fact that BRA Day was instigated by plastic surgeons is problematic.
I don’t have anything against plastic surgeons. I have two of them for crying out loud. I need to go back to number two at some point for some tweaking.
I do have insurance and this tweaking probably won’t be covered.
Many women do not have insurance or do not have adequate coverage. This is just a fact.
And here’s another important fact. Reconstruction often brings with it complications and the need for follow-up, sometimes lots of follow-up.
Will this also be part of the BRA Day conversation?
When BRA Day embraces every woman who wants to choose reconstruction, then I will be the first to change my mind.
(But I will still think it’s a silly acronym).
Singer and song writer Jewel is the official spokesperson for BRA Day and I would never wish to question her motives and I’m not.
I’m still a fan, Jewel, but not this time.
BRA Day, count me out.
And by the way, when I find a bra I can comfortably wear all day long, that will be my own personal BRA Day!