"I can't wait to get home and take off my bra you know what I mean ladies?"
Arguably the statement wasn't the most elegant thing to say to perfect strangers but it made me reflect.
The thing is I don't mind wearing a bra because it is one more reminder that I am trans. Feeling my breast forms pressed up against my skin and cupped within the confines of my bra makes me comfortable and is another piece which contributes towards soothing my gender dysphoria.
There are days when the combination of the feel of my bra and forms, the pull of my dangly earrings and the feel of my feet in heels is a powerful combination which feeds my soul. I used to think this was me fooling myself until I finally admitted that my identity is being affirmed through these accoutrements. They are like badges that allow me to be addressed and treated in the manner I want; like a woman.
The gender identity of cis people is fed in much the same manner and while not everyone is comfortable with the extreme archetypes of masculinity or femininity, most people choose elements of either which tells society what gender identity they are performing, breathing and resonating.
While admittedly a bra has a pragmatic purpose, it is nevertheless a powerful symbol of womanhood. I have worn some that are less well fitting than others and I have learned through trial and error how to choose one I can wear all day if need be.
So no, I dont mind at all.