Opinion: Ending the Relationship

Anushka Mukherjee | Staff Writer

Manically she sticks to my chest, too attached to let go. No matter how hard I tried, she wouldn’t leave me; in fact, she threatened to rat me out. I never quite liked her to begin with. We were forced into a friendship at the tender age of 11, and since then she hasn’t left me.

It’s time to break up with my bra.

It’s not a political decision, nor is it the awakening of an angry feminist within me. It is a decision I have made based on the years of torture my body has endured because of this product of perceived necessity. 

Our society is built on one solid foundation: feed on those who dare to do what makes them happy. It’s a simple philosophy really and has been followed for generations. People in our society get high off of ripping each other to shreds. As a teenager I feared their wrath; thus, I never decided to end my ties with her.

In the last year or so, I have found ways to tactically separate her from myself without the word getting out. I needed to take baby steps for the sake of our sanity, so the first time I left her alone was when I went to my friend’s house. I was nervous the whole time, practically drenched in sweat. I went to the bathroom several times to make sure that no one could tell that I wasn’t wearing my protective armor. I watched everyone’s gaze attentively, tracking their eyes every second. 

When I went home that day, I hugged her and cried. I was overcome with a sense of separation anxiety I didn’t even know I had, and frankly wasn’t expecting. I was appalled that society had programmed me to value my relationship with her so much. Women in the spotlight did it all the time, and with much grace must I add. But when they do it it’s a fashion statement, when I do it it’s considered a shameful, rebellious act. 

Over the year I’ve gotten better at distancing myself from her, and I don’t panic as much when I’m in the public eye. Yes, I still fear what will happen if someone does catch me without her. But it’s a decision I made on my own terms and I have no shame. The things we wear hold a symbolic power that only we give to them. We dictate what they represent. My decision to end our relationship is one driven by liberation, and I stand by it.