Updated 9/27/11 3:30PM – Thanks for sharing your bra adventures! We’ve picked two lucky winners, Bridget and Victoria!
An American woman was airlifted from a Germany mountainside after sending an SOS signal with her bra. That’s quite a bra adventure if you ask us. If you have a bra adventure of your own we’d love to hear about it! Post your story below by 9/25/11. We’ll pick our favorite story on 9/27/11 and will send the writer a free bra.
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Eight of my girlfriends & I were at an outdoor music event here in northern VA. One of my girlfriends decided that it was too hot to wear a bra, so she reached under her top & pulled it right off. A security guard came over & said, “I saw that…..”. Thankfully, the security guard was a woman. She just laughed about it, nut my friend was a bit embarassed.
my apprenticeship as an athletic trainer was done at the University of Minnesota, Twin Cities. we had separate men’s and women’s athletic departments, in order to better administrate… Title IX! i lived on the West Bank of Minneapolis, a hippie-ish mixed neighborhood of artists, musicians, refugees, and students… and was a working collective member of the New Riverside Cafe… the biomagnetic center of the universe, as it was known.
so, one Saturday morning i was to work women’s’ basketball practice, I didn’t think twice about going braless… it was just going to be us girls, it was Saturday morning…
well, little did i know the men had practice immediately afterward, so… i was called upon to help tape the guys for practice. AND, in the inexplicable order of the universe, i ended up tapping at the extra tall table… so, my 32Ds on a 5’2″ frame, my girls were rhythmically slapping the guys feet as i taped them…
got a lot of offers for dates that day… :-0
and NEVER showed up braless for practice again!!!
A couple of years ago I went horseback riding at sunset with some friends in Southwest Florida near the Everglades. A guy I had worked with helped out at the stables on weekends and had told me about all these bald eagles that would show up at sunset… It was amazing to ride under all the trees – we must have seen over 50 eagles that night – Upon returning to the stables at dusk, the guide held my horse while I tried to get off – I leaned forward to swing my right leg up and over the horses rump – when I did, the horn on the front of the saddle somehow(???) managed to slip under my oversized men’s dress shirt and slip under my bra (36C) – I guess near my clevage – the result being that when I slid off the horse my bra was hung up on the horn, the underwire from my right side was wrapped around it! I was hanging from the horse not able to touch the ground, my shirt was up around my neck, I was bare breasted pressed against the horse, and we couldn’t get the bra to snap off of the horn! Finally my co worker was able to free me and I popped the girls back into place, but the bra was too out of shape and trashed later that night – needless to say the guide keeps awaiting my return – bare breasts apparently are more exciting than bald eagles….
I tend to hang out on the beach while my ‘Mom’ swims with ‘The Twins.’ After a particularly strenuous hike in Glacier National Park, on a very hot day, Mom decided to go for a dip in a cool mountain lake. She took us through the brush to the lake’s edge, peeled me off, left me hanging on a branch to dry out and jumped in the water with The Twins. Only then did she realize we weren’t alone! Not 25 feet from shore was a large, brown, furry head bobbing up and down in the water. Turns out Mr. Grizzly had the same idea on this hot summer day! Mom quickly jumped out, grabbed me from the branch, and threw me over her head as she charged back through the brush and onto the trail. We stopped when we felt we were a safe distance, then turned around to see Mr. Grizzly climbing on shore where we had been just seconds earlier! I was relieved that Mom had grabbed me, instead of leaving me behind as a salty snack for Mr. Grizzly.
Biggest Bra Adventure:
This is kind of a crazy story – never thought I’d be ‘sharing’ it with Title-9.. so here goes..
I have been a National Ski Patroller since I was 15 years old (I’m almost 40 now..so that’s, yickes.. 25 years!) Two years ago on a white water rafting trip through Utah on the Green River “Gates of Ladore” I cut my lower leg up while rescuing a friend from some rapids (she had fallen in and was swimming a pretty nasty section called Hells Half Mile). I had scrapped off about ten inches of skin on my shin and needed to use a lot of square bandages to keep the area clean so it could begin to heal. We had brought a lot of first aid supplies, but after the 2nd day of re bandaging my leg from getting repeatedly wet (rafting).. I needed a better system to keep the bandages on my leg. I thought about if for a while and remembered in OEC (Outdoor Emergency Care) class a teacher mentioning how well bras and stockings could be in the outdoors to hold bandages in place if you needed extra wrappings. I used my bra (yes,.. from Title 9) to hold those leg bandages in place. Each night I could hang my bra up to dry from the river that day and re-use it the next day. Thankfully I had 2 bras on that trip!
That’s my story – thanks!
I was in College, and we had a hypnotist come in for some evening entertainment. Well, I was one of the chosen few to go on stage. He did some various things we have all come to expect from a hypnosis act, you know the chicken and dog stuff, then he instructed all the girls to pretend their bra straps were falling off (This *was* the 80’s before any kind of harassment might come to mind). I expect we were supposed to keep trying to pull up our straps, and I just sat there on the chair just resting, so he came over to me and tried to kick me off as not being “under”, but I didn’t move, so my friend yelled out from the audience “She doesn’t wear a bra”!
It was shortly after that, I started wearing a bra!
NOTE: She didn’t wear one either AND I am barely a 34B, so there was not much to even hold up when I was 19!!!
I guess that was more like a bra-LESS adventure!
I remeber that hypnotist! He came to our school too! (Texas Tech U)! He did that same stunt at our school. Fortunately I wasn’t one of the chosen! 🙂
A few years back, I didn’t like exercise, partially because I didn’t have the right bra. Last year, I made the investment in a really supportive bra that still gave me TWO instead of the dreaded uniboob. I went on to lose 45 pounds and have never felt better. I moved to a new city and now that I’m feeling settled, I’m starting the progress again with about 20 pounds left to lose, supported-by friends and family AND by a great bra. Who knew a bra could be so critical to my success!
My bra adventure?… Just back to work following maternity leave, I was pumping in the lactation room off of the kitchen in my workplace when I realized that I had somehow gotten my bra hooked into the pump and soaked my bra in milk. In my sleep-deprived state I searched for a solution, not having a spare bra with me. Ah, I thought, I’m not wearing an underwire, I’ll just wrap my bra in papertowels and stick it in the microwave to dry it off. Well, I had forgotten that the clasp was metal and so I started a fire, prompting about 12 different co-workers to ask what had happened and general giggles when I bashfully explained. Luckily, a friend had a spare bra along for her workout and quietly brought it to me a few moments later as I otherwise would have had to go home, leaking all the way. 🙂 I now always have a spare at my desk.
Oh my goodness! ha ha. I can completely see this happening and only wonder that it wasn’t me that it happened to. Way to go resourceful Mama! I hope you win this for all the sleep-deprived workin’ Mama’s out there. We all need “support” and recognition!
I have always had adequate breasts (36Cs) but it wasn’t until I joined a Jazzercise group that I found I needed to invest in Title 9 bras. I was used to wearing two sports bras at a time to control the jiggle when I worked-out, but one morning during class we did a routine to Garth Brooks’ song “Ain’t Goin’ Down Til the Sun Comes Up”. It involved a lot of jumping with our hands pumping above our heads. Early on during the song I realized while pumping my arms over my head, my two inadequate sports bras had inched their way up OVER my chest and my ‘girls’ were now UNDER the bras, flying free. I couldn’t even finish the song. I had to run to the bathroom to pull the wimpy bras back down….so embarrassing but it felt like the biggest adventure ever!
That’s when I invested in my first bra from Title Nine. It was advertised as being the total ‘smasher’ bra and they called it the frog bra. Let me tell you, I have not worried about bouncing since! It’s a miracle!
My bra & I have been to Peru! It got up at the butt-crack BEFORE dawn to hike up the Inca trail to see Maccu Piccu. After doing a little exploring it continued on to tackle Wayna Piccu.Where it stood with me on the edge of the cliffs overlooking these amazing ruins. This is probably the most amazing thing me & my bra have ever done thus far! After which it spent an amazing day exploring the entire ruin. Truly a most memorable day for ANY Bra!