Random Experiment
So, for the past week I haven't been wearing any type of brasserie, bralette, sports bra, bandeau, nothing at all...and strangely enough I felt liberated, which is a fancy word for free.
I decided to partake in this random experiment after having a conversation with my dear mother about why wearing a bra is important. She proceeded to explain that we DO NOT go out into public with out a bra and something about that statement made me say "bet". Bless my mom, but she is very conservative and she is also from the era where you never not have a bra on and you would not ever let someone see your bra strap, like it wasn't obvious you were wearing one in the first place.
My mom proceeded to tell me that wearing a bra in her "better years" helped her "girls" stay put for longer. And while she may think that is true...everyone's boobs are going to sag eventually, it's nature. And strangely enough, I am not concerned about aging because everyone ages, I just want to look good at my age not prevent aging. With age comes wisdom...right?
Anyway, I digress. When I told my mom that sometimes I do a quick grocery store run with no bra on and just "mermaid-it"... placing my hair over my situation...she about fell out.
Ever since her overly dramatic reaction, I knew I had to test this out to see how comfortable and confident I was with myself. So, I freed the nip for a week in my life and this is what I got from it.
I'm not going to lie, the first few days I was SELF CONSCIOUS of every aspect of not wearing a brasserie. I would know when I was too cold, if my shirt moved slightly, if someone was staring, if my strap fell slightly, when I was walking too aggressively, all of it. And then by the last days, I couldn't care less. I might have even gave some side boob on that last day. But, I did find that as the days progressed I got more comfortable with myself and the letting go of that wire contraption we call a bra.
While I'm not going to go out a burn all my bras...I don't find them as necessary anymore. If I want to wear one, I will. But if I'm just not feeling it, then I'm not feeling it, figuratively and physically. I understand now that it is more of a choice.
Ok, I'm done ranting...Here's yet another shameless selfie because I don't know how to properly end this post.
I decided to partake in this random experiment after having a conversation with my dear mother about why wearing a bra is important. She proceeded to explain that we DO NOT go out into public with out a bra and something about that statement made me say "bet". Bless my mom, but she is very conservative and she is also from the era where you never not have a bra on and you would not ever let someone see your bra strap, like it wasn't obvious you were wearing one in the first place.
My mom proceeded to tell me that wearing a bra in her "better years" helped her "girls" stay put for longer. And while she may think that is true...everyone's boobs are going to sag eventually, it's nature. And strangely enough, I am not concerned about aging because everyone ages, I just want to look good at my age not prevent aging. With age comes wisdom...right?
Anyway, I digress. When I told my mom that sometimes I do a quick grocery store run with no bra on and just "mermaid-it"... placing my hair over my situation...she about fell out.
Ever since her overly dramatic reaction, I knew I had to test this out to see how comfortable and confident I was with myself. So, I freed the nip for a week in my life and this is what I got from it.
I'm not going to lie, the first few days I was SELF CONSCIOUS of every aspect of not wearing a brasserie. I would know when I was too cold, if my shirt moved slightly, if someone was staring, if my strap fell slightly, when I was walking too aggressively, all of it. And then by the last days, I couldn't care less. I might have even gave some side boob on that last day. But, I did find that as the days progressed I got more comfortable with myself and the letting go of that wire contraption we call a bra.
While I'm not going to go out a burn all my bras...I don't find them as necessary anymore. If I want to wear one, I will. But if I'm just not feeling it, then I'm not feeling it, figuratively and physically. I understand now that it is more of a choice.
Ok, I'm done ranting...Here's yet another shameless selfie because I don't know how to properly end this post.
