• Maureen Dempsey


I’m writing this little essay to tell you exactly what I, a registered nurse, think about this garment which, for some time now, I have been required to wear every day. It is uncomfortable, it restricts my breathing, and there is no scientific evidence that it protects anyone from anything. The only value this garment has is in the superficial and false comfort it provides to those around me. I know that some of you reading this already share my views. I’m hoping that, by writing this, I will convert a few more to my way of thinking.

When I google why I should wear this garment, these are some of the benefits that show up on the first page of search results:

Wearing a bra boosts confidence. I have been wearing a bra almost daily for about 43 years. And yet, I wonder every day if I am doing a good enough job at work. I still get nervous before big presentations.

Wearing a bra reduces back pain. As I write this, I have tiger balm slathered all over my upper back and neck because of back pain. I wonder how much worse it would have been if I’d gone braless.

Wearing a bra improves your health. Because I have never gone braless for any extended amount of time, I can’t speak to this. I will tell you that my cholesterol levels have continued to rise over the years despite daily bra use.

Wearing a bra improves the shape of your breasts. WTF is wrong with the shape of my breasts?

Bras are uncomfortable garments that we wear for the comfort of those around us. So that our nipples won’t distract anyone. So that our wobbly bits won’t bounce when we walk. We wear bras so that we will be more appealing to other peoples’ eyes. We wear bras so that those around us will not be distracted. We wear bras so that our colleagues and other humans will not be made uncomfortable by the presence of our unfettered breasts.

If you wear a bra but you won’t wear a mask…could you take a little time and do some introspection? Because you’re not making sense to me.


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