training_bra ovenbird She revealed to me that one of her friends is already wearing a training bra. She said it quietly, as if it were a sacred secret, an initiation into the unknown. “What is she training for?” I asked and watched the question turn in her mind. “Just to get used to it?” she finally responded, but seemed unsure. What are we training our girls for? Why put them in clothes that pinch and chafe before there’s any necessity? Are we training them to expect discomfort? Training them to accept that their bodies must be controlled and covered—hidden until called upon to fulfill the desires of a sexualized gaze? Are we training them to see themselves as fragments rather than whole people? I only want to train her to listen to the urgings of her own heart. I want to dress her in the loose robes of sovereignty. 260830 what's it to you? who go blather from