This is 'old faithful'. Everybody has one of these. Unfortunately of late she has been more 'old' than 'faithful'.
Yes peoples, you read right. My bras are girls. Mostly because they're comfortable and supportive, and they're always there for you. Its why they exist. Old faithful was the first ever non-white bra I owned. She (and her long deceased identical twin) were so comfortable, and I was wearing one of them the night I lost my virginity.
She's been in retirement lately. Enjoying the quiet life at the bottom of my bra drawer. Occasionally coming out for some quality time together while I did my washing. But her time is growing short. Bras are supposed to be supportive and pretty, and not let random bits of nipple poke through whenever they feel like it. Old Faithful has done none of that of late. Not since she broke one of her wires and had it removed. And I have outgrown her. In reverse.
Weight loss is a bitch when it comes to parting with clothes.
In rememberance of 'Old Faithful' I choose to go bra shopping. I think she'd understand. Its a girl thing.