I become more and more like a big feminist stereotype every day.
First there was the cutting-off-all-my-hair thing, which grew back, of course, because hair does that, but the thought was there! Then there was the not-cutting-off-any-of-my-body-hair thing, which meant that I quite rapidly became quite hairy – it all grew back, because hair does that!
And now, I’ve been going bra-less.
It’s actually really nice. And I can’t quite believe how it can have taken me so long to work it out. I kind of had it in my head as something you have to do, like put socks on before putting on your shoes. But no! It turns out that I can forgo wearing a bra, put my top on, and even so, still remain completely comfortable and not at all inappropriately naked. Wow.
Of course, my breasts aren’t really that big. If bra sizes actually meant anything, I could share my breast size with the world, but because they don’t, I may as well just say that they’re big enough to fall into my armpits a little when I’m lying in bed, but small enough to not form a cleavage on their own.
Writing that makes me wonder how many men would understand the idea. Because I’m sure that most women would know exactly what I mean.
You know, it’s only been four days of not wearing a bra, and already I’m kind of forgetting the “lack”. Although it is slightly strange to feel my breasts in a different place. It’s only now that I realise just how much wearing a bra alters your shape. The bras that I thought were just there for support turn out to have been hoiking my breasts up unnaturally high.
And for the revalation that wearing a bra is not always necessary, I have a woman in my Medieval Society to thank. All she did was to ask me to hold her top down while she took off her jumper – the only drawback to not wearing a bra being that a top that rides up is a little more of an issue. But that casual request got me thinking. And now, it would seem, bra-lessness is catching!