A Bra Story: How My Husband's Callused Hands Helped Me Choose Cotton Over Lace
After years of feeling like I was choosing between the slippers and stilettos of breast fashion, I visited a high-end lingerie store.My husband holds out his marred hands. The new blisters from raking the lawn are a bit offset from his hockey calluses, and he invites me to look them over with a bit of pride. These are marks made by care taking of the people he loves and he loves to take care…if not of his hands.
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