Heyyy gals! This is not an official proper Sisterhood post as the blog is on hiatus for the moment, but I included the hashtags because you know whatever lol. This topic might make you uncomfortable, so if you haven’t hit puberty yet (or you’re a boy and you’ve clicked on this anyway despite the warning), click away!!! Seriously, you don’t want to know.
Today I did something I haven’t done in a long time... I didn’t wear a bra. (Disclaimer: I haven’t been ‘converted’ into a bra-less state of mind by today’s escapades. It hasn’t turned me into one of those hippie feminist lesbians that burn their bras and campaign ruthlessly for “boob freedom”. I’m not gonna tell you to stop wearing bras - heck, I’ll probably wake up and fling on my ordinary old bra as per usual.)
So we’ve got it clear, I’m not a hardcore feminist-hippie bra-blazing lesbian. Instead I’m a sort-of-hippie-feminist bisexual who will happily wear or not wear a bra. To be honest, it’s arrogant of me to be ranting about bras etc. when the only ones I own are greying cloth thingies that are basically just a tiny t-shirt. I’m nervous to even enter the Marks & Spencer’s lingerie department.
Anyway, I found it quite fun to not wear one. It was nice to feel free and not have a broken bra-strap buckle poking into my shoulder. It was quite odd as I’m used to having the support (admittedly there’s not much) that my sort-of-bras give me. I also discovered that when I was running I jiggled a bit (lol). It feels different, and it was quite nice to have a change from regular old bra-dom. I’m definitely not giving up bras completely, but I probably will not wear one all the time from now on.
I dare you to not wear a bra for a day, and see how you like it! Go on, I dare you! :)
PS. Amount of times I said “bra”: 14 XD
