Something I learned from my mother's assisted-living community: most of the women there quietly stop wearing bras. Not because they want to. Reaching behind your back to work a clasp is a small piece of coordination that leaves quietly at some point, and asking someone else to do it feels far too intimate.
This one pulls on over your head. That is the whole procedure. No clasp, no hooks, no reaching.
My mother dresses herself every morning now, and she told me on the phone that she feels put together for the first time in two years. I sat in the car afterwards and cried. That is the real reason I wrote this.
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