I always hated bras. From the wires, the heat they drive, restrictive feeling and the labour intensive duty to find a suitable one for every outfit, what is there not to hate.
But then came the Covid-19 restrictions when we all stayed put. The bra became a non-necessity. As much as most of us craved a return to normal, I was hoping the relaxed approach to how we carried ourselves would have somehow lasted or at least made most of us feel more comfortable with tending to our own individual needs. It felt like during this period, people finally realised the incredible effort that went into preparing ourselves to face the world on a daily basis. We also recognised that a good majority of it wasn’t really for us, but rather to either not offend people or to ensure admittance to social circles.