Bras and deodorant, oh my!
My little girl is nine years old. And she asked for her first bra. I matter-of-factly told her that I’d get her one. She had questions that were difficult to answer with a straight face; she was wondering if it would have huge saggy fabric in front. I showed her a training bra and off we went last night after a day of nagging. I did lead her towards a tank top with a shelf bra, but I also had her try on an actual bra because I was curious if it would fit. It did; they do start out pretty small.
I remember being eager to do all that womanly stuff: wear a bra, menstruate, shave my armpits, and so on. But nine? Really? I do know things are speeding up, mainly due to the SAD, but my family doesn’t eat that way. We definitely don’t have all the hormones from beef and dairy nor soy.
Well anyway, I was torn, as I am sure most mothers are. And then, in the changing room, it hit me. Bras are not so good for you; they are not something to start earlier! So in the middle of Limited Too, my poor girl got a lecture on bras and their link to breast cancer.
Yes, we still walked out with a pink top with a shelf bra. I am not sure how we’ll figure this one out. I still wear a bra, but a heck of a lot less than I used to (one of the many benefits of not being in the work force). On days I don’t go out or see anyone, I don’t wear one at all.
The other day, she asked me if she could start using deodorant. Well, seeing as I am mixing alcohol and essential oil, I can’t see the harm in it. I don’t really think she has body odor yet, but I remember that pull to do adult things so I guess it’s cool. That reminds me. I was going to buy some witch hazel and see how it went with that.