My lifetime decision to only wear sports bras has robbed me of the opportunity to do a proper bra burning after my top surgery. Baby Donnie is going to be so crushed. Maybe I still have a mostly cotton one somewhere but I feel like all the ones I have are like spandex and nylon and stuff and won't burn as much as melt.
When I was 12 I wrote my mom an essay about how bras aren't medically necessary to wear and then I looked longingly at this picture of a bra burning I found on Google images because I was a tiny militant feminist. Eventually I grew E cups and dysphoria and compromised with sports bras. None of the bras I have are worth donating but my binders are in near mint condition since I've hardly ever worn them (a few years ago I tried to bind again and I got my shoulder out of place and then got stuck and almost had a panic attack and haven't really worn a binder since).
Anyways my top surgery is in 38 days and I'm vibrating out of my skin excited about it. I keep thinking about how different seatbelts and button up shirts and laying face down and hugs are gonna feel and getting all warm and fuzzy inside
