The Uncanny Racism Of The Underwear Industry
Another place where white supremacy hides
My Mum and I were shopping for my first bra. I was an insecure teenager realizing just how fast my girlish body was transforming into that of a woman.
We went to one of the largest department stores in Geneva. The sales lady measured me and offered to bring some bras for me to try on. Would you prefer white, black, or n…
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