I didn't think it was honestly that big of a deal. Women wear bras all of the time. If it is really so bad, people wouldn't still be wearing them. Right?

I wore a weighted bra for one day to prove my point. Instead, I was proven so wrong that it hurts. Literally.

We decided on a size, and after doing some research we determined the average weight of a full C-cup. We got the weights, got a bra, and then the bet was under way.

Things immediately got uncomfortable.

Every time I sat down the things jiggled. If I laughed, they bounced out of place. I even took a jog, and that turned out to be a disaster.

I kept bumping my bust against the edge of my desk, smoking a cigarette became a tricky bit of business, and crossing my arms across my chest was out of the question.

I apologize, ladies. I underestimated the discomfort. I underestimated the misery.

I spent more time today adjusting the stupid bra than actually getting any work done. My back hurts, my shoulders hurt, I'm sweaty in places I've never been sweaty before, and the next time someone pops one of my straps I'm going to snap their neck.

My bra is a push-up bra, and it is evil. I get why they exist. I enjoy the fact that they exist. Wearing one is pure torture.

Here is my formal apology. I never knew the awful reality of wearing a bra; the silent daily battle that must be fought.

I realized that women are really just tolerating the rest of world every single day while wearing these uncomfortable undergarments.

Hats, and bras, off to you ladies.

Credit: Charlie Hardin TSM Amarillo