Every Woman Should Cradle her Girls in Red!

When I first started wearing a bra, I was 11 years old and my mother bought me one black and one white bra. I had matured early compared to my friends and was not too happy about it, especially because it made me feel restricted. Like I couldn't run as fast or jump as high as the other girls because I had breasts. I walked around with my arms crossed in front of me, because I was embarrassed about how big my boobs were getting. It should be mentioned that I was in a developing country and there was not much choice as to color or design of bras. It was either black, white or nude, which wasn't really nude on me, because my skin is brown. I hated my bras. I felt like having breasts was an affliction with no cure, and in my teens I hated every girl with a flat chest.

Of course I could do nothing but succumb to the bra, as my breasts grew, my cup size grew. Despite the mini mountains on my chest, I decided to go to college in a foreign country. I remember seeing a lingerie store with manikins in fancy, bright colored bras in the windows. This was so new to me, because in my country, bras and underwear were practically a taboo topic, there were no lingerie stores or boutiques and you could only purchase bras and panties in the very back of the women's department of big department stores. It was literally a maze to go through and hope you find the lingerie department in some little dark, obscure part of the shop.

I walked into this lingerie store and couldn't believe my eyes. It seemed that lingerie and women's bodies were celebrated here! A sales associate walked up to me with a tape measure in her hands and offered to size me. I had never been sized before and it felt a little awkward. As could be expected, it turned out I had been wearing the wrong size bra all this time. The lady showed me a selection of bras in my size. I was intrigued. There was a pink one and a light blue one, a black lacy one and even a brown one, which is my nude color! But the bra that took my breath away was a red, full coverage one with butterflies embossed in the silk. It looked too beautiful to be underwear! The sales associate noticed my awe, and offered to ring me up. "Oh, no, I could never wear that," I said, emphatically shaking my head. "Why not?" she asked, and all I could think of was, because it is red. "But that is exactly why you should get it," she responded. "Because that bra lit up your face! You are beautiful, and you have beautiful breasts. This is YOUR bra!"

I went to the fitting room and tried the bra on facing the door. I can't believe I am wearing a red bra! I thought, and as I slowly turned to face the mirror, my eyes widened. Not only was this the most comfortable bra I had ever worn, but it was also stunning on me! My two mini mountains didn't seem so foreign anymore, but rather like fabulous red mascots, presenting the beauty of woman. I did cry. Tears of wonder and joy and celebration, because that day, I was liberated. Liberated from feeling like a victim of breasts. Liberated from feeling ashamed and embarrassed by them. Liberated by my red bra!

I think every woman should own a red bra, because no matter what your cup size is, every woman is sexy in a red bra. Woman who wear red bras go beyond strutting, they prance. Red is alluring, it is intriguing and it is vivacious, and coupled with the beauty of breasts, there are few things that can put a bigger smile on your face. A red bra makes you want to shout "I Am Woman!" whether it is under a suit or scrubs, underwired and full coverage, lacy and racy, or shy and sweet. Red bras rock, because they remind women of their innate attractiveness, their glorious sensuality and their vital role in bringing life. Every woman should cradle her girls in red!