Why I Started Wearing a Bra: A COVID-19 Tale

It’s day 25 on the alien planet. I counted. 25 days since DC Public Schools announced their temporary closure. 25 Days since I stopped living in denial about the reality of COVID-19. As long as I had work to get up and go to everyday, I could keep telling myself that my world was still normal. Sure, COVID had put China on lock down over a month prior–as an online ESL teacher, I felt I was more aware of this than others, given that I was seeing first hand how the lock down was affecting my own students during each of our classes together. Sure, COVID was making its presence known on the West Coast of the United States, particularly in Washington State. Sure, there were a few confirmed cases of in DC and the surrounding area…but I was still getting up and going to work and going about my daily life as usual, and that made my life feel normal, unaffected by this illness that was ravaging the lives of so many. There were a few signs of concern here and there–the Sunday prior (my birthday of all days), I was refused a for-here cup at a coffee shop; due to concerns about the virus, the coffee shop in question was only giving its customers disposable cups. It had become more common place to see friends and acquaintances and hear, “Are you good to hug?” before embracing. The reminder to wash hands and be more vigilant about cleanliness was everywhere–on the Metro, at work, on the internet. Yet, until DC schools announced their closure on March 13, I was still happily living in denial.

Denial is easier than acceptance, of course. It’s why it’s so challenging for teachers to convince some parents that their child actually has a problem, whether it be a behavioral issue or a learning disorder. I thought I was too smart for denial, too aware of myself and the world around me. Yet, here I was, knee deep into my own denial about COVID.

The past few weeks, then, have been a journey towards acceptance. Accepting where I am in life–with COVID and with other aspects of myself as well. It’s been realizing that sometimes I focus so damn much on the positive that I fail to see the reality sitting right in front of me. It’s been learning to understand that as beneficial as positivity is in life–I’m an optimist for a reason, after all–sometimes it’s necessary to take a step back and take stock of the whole picture. To pay attention to the details, the facts spelling out the nature of our reality. I’ve learned in the past few weeks that positivity should be balanced and well-rounded. A healthy positivity comes from embracing and acknowledging the negative and still choosing to find the light in the world.

I’m a big picture person, see. My worldview is largely built around my (often) razor sharp intuition, which I gather largely by my big picture ability to make connections and see possibilities in those connections. My intuition guides me and, I’m discovering, sometimes its blinds me–sometimes I get so focused on my gut, that I lose sight of what’s going on around me in the present. I identify as an MBTI INFJ, and if you know anything about INFJs, it’s that we like to run to the internet and lament about how misunderstood we feel in life. Seriously. Go look up INFJ on Google, and you will find dozens upon dozens of websites and forums and YouTube videos devoted to INFJ self help. INFJs are frequently cited as the 1% in MBTI literature–the least common of the 16 personalities, the weirdly mystical, highly intuitive of the 16 personalities, and thus, the most misunderstood. A once-frequent visitor of those sites myself, who hugely identified with the INFJ stereotype of being misunderstood, I grew tired of the pity party a few years ago. “This is stupid” I thought. “I’m not going to waste my time pitying myself. I’m going to find myself instead” (Cue this song). I had already developed an excessive amount of trust and pride in my intuition, and I decided to further develop my trust and pride in it, because I saw it as an integral part of myself. In finding myself, I believed I had to follow my intuition. And I relied on it to make me happy when nothing else was. And I relied on it. And I relied on it. And instead of acknowledging my loneliness and unhappiness, instead of taking measurable steps in the present to offset that loneliness and unhappiness, I tried to micromanage my intuition. And I’ve been trying to micromanage it for years. And here’s the thing: it doesn’t work.

Now, this may seem to be getting a bit off topic–what the hell do my personal struggles have to do with a global pandemic? Well, apparently it takes a global pandemic for me to lose my shit just enough to recognize that I have some inner healing of my own to do.

See, COVID-19 wasn’t part of my intuition. I didn’t see this coming. And accepting COVID-19 as a reality has helped me to see that for the longest time, I haven’t been trusting my intuition at all. I still do believe that the best way to stay true to myself is by following my gut–I feel most at peace and at home when I live my life through my gut feelings. Yet, these past few years, though I’ve felt my intuition and I’ve believed in it, I’ve been too afraid to actually trust it; instead of trusting it, I tried to use my intuition to control my world. And, recently, that left me in tears, curled up in a fetal position on my bedroom floor, overwhelmed at my current reality and angry at myself for being so stupid. It left me sobbing to a friend over the phone a few weeks back, wondering what the hell I’ve been doing with my life for the past few years.

COVID-19 has been a much needed reminder that my intuition is finite. It cannot foresee a global pandemic, particularly if I’m too busy trying to control my life to see all the signs leading up to that global pandemic. It’s been humbling for me: My intuition may often be razor sharp, but it isn’t the end all be all of my world, particularly my current reality. I don’t know everything. I can’t control everything. Real vulnerability comes from loosening ones reins on the world. It comes from trusting, not controlling. In the words of Susan David, “Courage is fear walking“. Real courage is choosing to be vulnerable, even when it hurts. It’s laying in that fetal position and sobbing not because it feels good–but because feeling those feelings is the only way to truly move forward.

And you know what: that’s incredibly scary, but also strangely freeing. Letting go of my control has been terrifying for me. Yet, I also feel like a huge weight has been pulled off my chest. Like wow, why have I been trying so hard? It feels so good to shed all the expectations control brings and give the future freedom to unfold on its own.

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So, what does all of this have to do with putting a bra on?

The past few weeks have been weird. They’ve been freeing–not having to get up and go to work every morning is actually kind of nice. I have way more time on my hands. As an introvert, I feel a bit like I’ve hit the jack pot in not feeling the usual pressure of our largely extroverted society to go out and be social–both from others and from myself, as this has helped me realize how I put a huge amount of pressure on myself to go out and engage with the world. I think this is teaching me to be kinder to myself in that regard–there’s nothing wrong with staying home when I just want to stay home. In a strange way, I also feel more connected now than I did before COVID, since all my friends and family are so readily available to Zoom or Skype. It’s easier to find time to connect with people when everyone is suddenly left with an excess amount of free time at home. And even though I’d prefer in person connection to virtual connection, I’ll happily take what I get.

Yet it’s also been challenging–there have been tears, there have been prolonged moments where I’ve felt depressed and anxious. What do I do with my life now that I have all this free time? How do I make sure I stay connected when it’s so easy to slip into a depressed funk given the state of our world? How do I make the most of the free time I have while trying to process all my feelings and accept the fact that I have to make a new normal out of this pandemic that will in all likely hood be around for a while? How long will we have to practice social distancing? The Mayor of DC announced Stay at Home orders on March 30–how long will those be in place? Will COVID get as bad in DC as it is in New York?

There are so many things we as a society have had to figure out in the last few weeks. There are so many unasked questions. What is one to do?

Meditation. Yoga. Reaching out to loved ones. Listening to music. Reading. Writing. Having meaningful moments of connection. Feeling my feelings. Accepting my feelings. Practicing self-compassion. Dancing. Reading the news enough to stay informed, but staying away from it otherwise. These have all been incredibly useful ways for me to keep my mental health up. We all have our ways to decompress and keep our mental health in check, and I think its important we find what works for us.

Yet, I’ve still struggled with feeling productive these past few weeks. Grad school work has been so hard to complete. Keeping up with work has felt like a burden, even though I don’t even have a whole lot on my plate as an assistant teacher. I was scrolling through blog posts the other day when I came across an amazing tip: “Get Dressed” (Thank you, thank you Quelcy for this!). At first, I brushed this tip aside: my sports bra and yoga pants are so comfortable. Why would I wear anything else in quarantine? Until I thought about it more. Eventually, the idea of getting dressed started to make sense.

There is so much outside of my control right now, and control is something I like. I thrive on it. Sometimes a little bit too much. That said, I think control can be healthy in appropriate amounts. When I’m at my worst, my penchant for control leads me to micromanage my life and the lives of others. At my best, though, my penchant for control helps me get shit done. And you know, that’s something I’m proud of…that I can put my mind to something and accomplish a task. I wouldn’t be where I am today–living in the city I love, pursing a career I’m passionate about–if I wasn’t one to jump in and take the reins. Someone’s gotta control my life. It might as well be me.

Getting dressed, then, is one way I can take control of my life right now. Getting dressed into the clothes I’d usually wear to go to work. For the past few days, I’ve finished my morning online teaching (in my yoga pants and baggy VIPKID shirt, per usual) and put on a bra and jeans. Sure, they’re not as comfortable as my yoga pants and sports bra, but comfort isn’t the point of it. Getting dressed helps me feel prepared for the day. Since I started putting on a jeans and a bra, I feel more ready for the day. I feel more willing to accomplish things. I feel a little bit more control of my world right now, even if it’s just a little bit, but it’s a healthy little bit and that’s better than trying to micromanage something or someone.

I still feel a lot of fear about the future. What’s to come with COVID-19? I still feel the anxiety of growth and change–both in myself and for the world, as this pandemic will surely pave the way for changes on a global level. I still feel a little bit of guilt that I’m still gainfully employed in a career that will not damage my health, while there are others who have lost their jobs, and still others–the healthcare workers on the frontlines–who sacrifice their health by going to work everyday and caring for all those who are sick. Yet, I strongly believe that this pandemic, this time of social distancing and staying at home, can be a time of change, of growth, and of regrouping at a societal level if we allow it to be. I’m trying my best to view it as such in my day-to-day life. Some days are more successful than others in moving forward with this belief, but I’m trying none-the-less.

And, for the time being, I’m going to get up and put a bra on each morning. Not because bras are comfortable–any bra-wearing person out there will tell you that wire bras suck–but because doing so is part of my normal getting dressed ritual, because getting dressed helps me feel ready for the day and ready to get stuff done. The world we live in right now is nothing like the normal we took for granted a few weeks back–and two months back for those in many Asian countries–but if there’s anything we as individuals can do to make our lives feel a bit more manageable, to keep our mental health as balanced as possible during this global pandemic, we should be doing those things. I know I am.

9 Replies to “Why I Started Wearing a Bra: A COVID-19 Tale”

  1. I have a similar optimism problem. Sometimes I just keep refilling my glass with positivity without realizing the bottom has fallen out. Glad that you’ve finally decided to trust your intuition and live life that gives you the most peace. Controlling things does block our frequency to universe and trusting opens up those channels. I can attest to this with sailing. I am a control freak that was wound up like a top until I felt so compelled to sail around the world that I leapt and let go. The universe has never stopped opening doors for me as a result. As I gravitate back to control freak as I make me way homeward and wonder, what is next, letting go and trusting is more important than ever. Thanks for this thoughtful reminder. We have a great freedom in this time to focus less on being productive and focus more on wherever time wants to takes us. Don that bra and keep your house in order, but give yourself a bit of freedom each day to let time take me where it will. Hugs from La Paz


    1. I really truly do believe in the power of the universe, and the more I’ve released my control in the past few years, the more opportunities have come my way. My favorite mantra (from my favorite YouTube channel, Yoga with Adriene, is “The universe is for me and so is everything else”). This particular blind spot that I’ve been referring to in this post has been such a control issue for me, and I can only hope even more and better doors will open now that I’ve recognized it and am trying to come to terms with it.

      I think there is beauty in the little things, and that’s what’s kept me in one place for so many years (aside from the fact that it’s what’s felt right for me). Some days I still dream of taking off and moving somewhere new, and I do miss traveling–but for now, there is beauty in building relationships with people in DC, and listening to the birds chirp outside my window as I write this, and marveling that I can wake up everyday in a city I love. I wish you so much peace and flexibility as you transition away from sailing for now. You can always return in the future. 🙂 And yes, I am trying to embrace the freedom I have right now and just TRUST. Easier said than done, but I think it’ll be worth it in the end.

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  2. This sounds a little like what my Mum used to do. She would go off her gut feelings all of the time but would be very vague about actual facts and up to date realities happening ‘in the real world’. It got too the point where she was focusing on how she felt about things, in order to control things in her bubble so much that she had unlearned how to actually deal with negativity and very real shit. She wouldn’t know what to do because it was a ‘taking charge of a negative situation right now’ kinda deal, not a ‘let’s focus on feeling positive and I’m sure it will be FINE’ kinda deal. It’s very difficult to find a balance I think but I love that you are feeling more relaxed about letting the future unfold in its own way. I try to think of a stream just meandering it’s way around any obstacle it comes across.


    1. I love the image of a meandering stream. I will keep that in mind as I move forward. Thanks for the image, Chrissy!

      I’ve definitely gotten better at trusting the future in the past few years, but I’m still only human and have my blind spots. Self awareness is everything, though. I know I can be controlling and now I’m learning how dangerous it is to blindly trust my intuition without paying attention to the present. I can only hope being more aware of this will open up more and better doors in the future. We’ll see.

      Hope you’re staying safe and healthy in quarantine!

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  3. So true! We need to accept the “bad” feelings, as they are not bad, they are part of us right now. Even the most positive person on earth is stressed those days, how can you feel otherwise? We are living such incredible times !
    I stumbled upon a post yesterday that hit the “tears” button, as it put words on my feelings. The sadness, the stress of not knowing what’s next, the fear of not seeing my family back home in a long time, how fragile everything is (on my blog). This time I didn’t force the positivity, but felt such a relief in just letting go. Being sad is ok. Being stressed is ok. They are normal feelings to embrace. Not being productive everyday is normal.
    And today feels different already. We’ve been living in quarantine then confinement for 3 months now, and counting. No counting actually, let’s One day at a time and make something positive every day 🙂 Wearing a bra counts as one, for sure !
    Take good care dear XXX


    1. You know, it’s funny, but I’ve been big on accepting bad feelings for a few years now. I watched the Susan David video I linked in this video a couple years ago, and the message has been a driving factor in my life since then. Still, I’m only human and have my blind spots. I didn’t realize how blindly trusting my intuition was keeping me from focusing on and accepting the present until COVID, and that’s been such a valuable lesson for me. Yes, I have strong intuition, but I’ve been cultivating such a false positivity from so relentlessly following it, and that is not okay. Time to focus on myself in the present and really, truly take it one day at a time. ❤

      Thanks for stopping by and reading, Estelea. It's good to read your comment. Hope you and your family are doing well enough in Hanoi. 🙂

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  4. I think the pandemic experience is taking many of us on a self reflection journey. Having my ever busy life come to a screeching standstill has allowed a great deal of processing. It’s not always easy to look inward and see our own reality. Years form now looking back on this time i am hopeful I will see this as a gift. The time to develop a better self awareness. I’ll likely still be an optimist, but a much slower paced one.


    1. Yes, I’m definitely trying to view this time as a gift. As challenging as it has been to be home bound and adjust to these new social distancing measures, it has also been a wonderful time for me to look inward and focus on my personal growth.


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