{{Sigh}} You had a good run grey, cotton, under-wire bra. When your white and pink siblings crapped out, you held it together. Those "fancy" bras in the other drawer - the ones that look fabulous as long as I stand perfectly straight and never twist, bend or sit - they may look pretty, but they can't do the job like you.

Today when I felt that poke, that dig, in my armpit, I knew. I knew I had lost you. I would callously go out and purchase your replacement immediately, but your tag is so worn I cannot determine your brand, size, or possible purchase location.

I won't humiliate you by trying to stuff the underwire back in and sewing the hole shut, or worse use duct tape over it. Your predecessors suffered that futile fate, but I will let you go with dignity.