I so agree. The conformity that came to mind for me was why does everybody think they need a perfect green flat grass yard that they invest hundreds of dollars and hours in luckily I live in the desert and have gravel and cactus and grasses. But I’m home alone. Why do I have my bra on?
I understand the post is about living and doing what we want and not what 'they' told us. But I can't resist a discussion on bras. I'm a member of a small minority that does not hate wearing a bra. I need the support plus I got fitted to ensure I am wearing the correct size. If a bra wearing person thinks the heavy lifting comes from the straps and not the band under your breasts, then yes, you are probably uncomfortable. Here's what I don't get about bras; why are so few front closures? My go-to brand is Spanx. Think about it, why have we tolerated back closures for so long. Ok, done and thanks for letting me vent.
As a woman who only wears a bra to stop her nipples showing through her clothing when out in public this article sparked a couple of bra-related memories.
The first was my first job in a bank, aged 17. The men on staff would turn the air-conditioning down so it was cold in the office. They were fine in their suit jackets, sitting at their desks, leering at the parade of chilly girls in the light tops and shirts of our uniform, walking past on "high-beam" as I discovered they referred to it!
Thus started my obsession with being "nipple-less" in public, despite discomfort all day long!
Then, a few years later, my mother had to have a double mastectomy. The first thing she was encouraged to do was to be fitted for prostheses and a special bra to hold them! The material rubbed against her scars, causing daily, unnecessary pain. She persevered for years until finally, she discarded the fake boobs and their shackles and embraced flat-chestedness, dressed tastefully in a selection of dark t-shirts overlaid with flowing, colourful shirts. She never looked back and I "almost" envied her that freedom!
I still wear my bra every day and look forward to the moment it comes off in the sanctity of my home, with only a couple of furry free-loaders looking judgementaly at me, nothing more than empty food bowls on their tiny minds!
And I realize, like you, that whilst living only with cats for the last 8 years, I have ditched many of the habits my Mum taught me.....housecleaning done every week, same day, same time, same regimen - bathrooms, vacuuming, dusting. Bed made every single morning despite running late for appointments, dishes washed and put away!
It was exhausting! I still have a long way to go and still believe in my heart that "cleanliness is next to godliness" but I'm slowly getting there.
I so agree. The conformity that came to mind for me was why does everybody think they need a perfect green flat grass yard that they invest hundreds of dollars and hours in luckily I live in the desert and have gravel and cactus and grasses. But I’m home alone. Why do I have my bra on?
I understand the post is about living and doing what we want and not what 'they' told us. But I can't resist a discussion on bras. I'm a member of a small minority that does not hate wearing a bra. I need the support plus I got fitted to ensure I am wearing the correct size. If a bra wearing person thinks the heavy lifting comes from the straps and not the band under your breasts, then yes, you are probably uncomfortable. Here's what I don't get about bras; why are so few front closures? My go-to brand is Spanx. Think about it, why have we tolerated back closures for so long. Ok, done and thanks for letting me vent.
As a woman who only wears a bra to stop her nipples showing through her clothing when out in public this article sparked a couple of bra-related memories.
The first was my first job in a bank, aged 17. The men on staff would turn the air-conditioning down so it was cold in the office. They were fine in their suit jackets, sitting at their desks, leering at the parade of chilly girls in the light tops and shirts of our uniform, walking past on "high-beam" as I discovered they referred to it!
Thus started my obsession with being "nipple-less" in public, despite discomfort all day long!
Then, a few years later, my mother had to have a double mastectomy. The first thing she was encouraged to do was to be fitted for prostheses and a special bra to hold them! The material rubbed against her scars, causing daily, unnecessary pain. She persevered for years until finally, she discarded the fake boobs and their shackles and embraced flat-chestedness, dressed tastefully in a selection of dark t-shirts overlaid with flowing, colourful shirts. She never looked back and I "almost" envied her that freedom!
I still wear my bra every day and look forward to the moment it comes off in the sanctity of my home, with only a couple of furry free-loaders looking judgementaly at me, nothing more than empty food bowls on their tiny minds!
And I realize, like you, that whilst living only with cats for the last 8 years, I have ditched many of the habits my Mum taught me.....housecleaning done every week, same day, same time, same regimen - bathrooms, vacuuming, dusting. Bed made every single morning despite running late for appointments, dishes washed and put away!
It was exhausting! I still have a long way to go and still believe in my heart that "cleanliness is next to godliness" but I'm slowly getting there.
Thanks for making me realize that!
I was having this exact thought and moment yesterday about wearing a bra. Crazy!