Last week was so exciting I nearly peed my pants. Daily.
By the time Wednesday morning arrived, I woke up early, and took off to school. I had to see how my first cover design printed.
There it was, glowing like a beacon of pink and red, the paper was on full display.
I was still a little shy about a bra, my bra, on the cover, and worried about why people would think.
"What if the distributor is a prude and places them upside down?" I had worried all week.
But there it was, and the rack below was already empty. I focused my eyes on what I was seeing, my pink bra was everywhere! My bra passed me in the hall, the bathroom, on the stairs, in the elevator. My bra graced the back table of my journalism class as I walked in. "Glorious," I thought, "Truly glorious."
I knew the cover had done it's job. People were reading our newspaper, and most importantly, they were reading the valuable information on breast cancer inside. I hope this issue informs even one more person.
And, for every day this week, I get to see unknown men man-handle my bra.
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