To My Beloved Mom Bra,

You are the ugliest bra I own. There is nothing nice about you. You are ratty. You look sad. You are well worn and aged. You always get thrown in the dryer, never hung to dry like your tag suggests. More often than not you have mixed-matched pads because the washing machine somehow pulled yours out and they’re floating in the laundry abyss of our house. You probably deserve better, but I never give you the chance.

You are my go-to girl.

You don’t get washed as often as you should (my apologies) and I always toss you in every suitcase I pack. You’re always there. I know I can count on you and I often take you for granted…..

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