I remember walking into Justice to get my first training bra.
I find it amusing that they are named “training bras.”
Is the bra training me to get used to having to wear two layers
on my upper body every day for the rest of my life?
Is it getting my body used to having something constrict my chest?
Reminding me and all growing girls
that the age of corsets was worse and we should be grateful.
Or is the training bra not really training me for anything?
They should be called “training cages” because that’s what they are.
They train me to cage my femininity
from myself and from the rest of the world
so I don’t bother those around me with the natural progression of my body.
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Author:
M.E.M. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Prompt: When did you first realize what it meant to be a girl? I don’t really know what to classify this as, any thoughts? Comments are welcome! Created February 4, 2021
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A fine write M.E.M. I am not qualified to comment on women. The copy writer for "Training Bra" was probably a man.
Erm, dunno! I was never a gal, only a guy! (heehee).
I am uniquely disqualified to say anything about 'bras', but I am qualified to say that I really like your poem. Since you find it 'amusing', maybe the poem could go into the humor section, but then again, bras are no laughing matter!
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