Two Legends, One Bra – A Tribute

Starring Nobby & Nora

Let’s talk about them.
Nobby—the slightly wonky one who thinks he’s still 25 and insists on peeking out of every V-neck.
And Nora—more grounded, more dramatic, and not above flopping out in protest when I wear the wrong top.

Together?
Absolute chaos.
They’ve never agreed on anything except the fact that bras are a human rights violation.

They’ve been squashed into sports bras, pushed up for dates, ignored during arguments, and once—yes, once—nearly set free during a Zoom call.

They’ve survived:

Breastfeeding at 3am while hallucinating from sleep deprivation

Running for the bus and slapping my chin mid-sprint

An ex who said, “You don’t need a bra”—and yet I was the one holding them up, emotionally and physically

Getting caught in a dressing gown tie and briefly experiencing bondage

Nobby tends to head east.
Nora prefers south.
Together they form a GPS-defying duo and yet somehow… they’ve never led me wrong.

I’ve tried to tuck them, tape them, tame them…
But these girls? Unruly. Unashamed. Unstoppable.

They’ve felt grief.
Felt desire.
Felt the cold air in Sainsbury’s car park when I forgot I wasn’t wearing a bra under my hoodie.
They’ve endured a man’s chest sweat and still soldiered on. (That alone deserves a medal.)

And now?
Now they bounce in freedom, they swing in victory, and they sit proudly—even if sometimes one slightly lower than the other.

Because these aren’t just boobs.

They’re Nobby and Nora.
The last two standing when all else falls apart.
And no matter how saggy, silly, or sideways they get…
They’re mine.

Two legends.
One bra.
And one very lucky woman.