What the hell was I waiting for? I tried to ignore it. I tried to simply tolerate it. I even started making deals with myself to get through the day with it. Poking. Prodding. Pinching. Finally--today--I decided that I could no longer avoid the inevitable.
I reached into my bathroom drawer and began searching for a sharp object. With each second, my search became more frantic as it was a race between my ability to find something sharp and my nerve to go through with it. Finally, beneath a hodge-podge of the bare make-up necessities, I saw the silver glow of my manicure scissors. "Perfect!"
With the same fervor, I pulled off my shirt and yanked off my bra. I carefully investigated the area to be sure that what I was about to do would leave the least amount of damage while still being effective. It took slightly more effort than I had expected to cut through the top layers but moments later I found what had been such a pain in my side. Carefully and deliberately I reached in and slowly pulled it out.
It was much easier than I thought it would be and I am so glad I finally did it. I put my bra and my shirt back on and returned to the task of completing the morning bathroom ritual. All I can say now is, "What the hell took me so long?!?! What was I waiting for?!?!" My bra is SO MUCH MORE COMFORTABLE without the underwires.
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