Maybe you know me, or maybe you have read some of my posts. If so, then you likely know that I am not a fan of bras. A good day for me is not walking into Victoria’s Secret and having some “bra specialist” squeeze and measure my body and then quickly direct me and my pre-pubescent breasts straight to the push-up-bra section so that I can feel like I am wearing lacy, Christmas ornaments under my sweat shirts. Seriously, the people who know me and see me every day – would KNOW those aren’t my boobs. I would feel ridiculous.
I don’t ‘need’ a bra fitting.
In fact, I don’t NEED a bra.
When I do wear one, (And Yes, I do wear a bra’ish thing when I leave the house and will be seen in public – so you won’t find me on the People of Wal-mart videos), my kids always notice. “Hey mom, are you wearing a ‘real’ bra (as opposed to my undershirts with a shelf bra) today? Your boobs look so big?“
“So big” being relative to the normal small nubs with nipples when I am bra-less.
The real, honest truth is that I don’t care that I have small boobs. I really don’t. I am not making fun of myself in order to hide some hidden complex about my femininity. My boobs are just fine the way they are, and despite their size produced plenty of milk. So much so, that I could squirt people from across the room when I was nursing.
And, I can run (not that I do – We will save the running for Snarkfest) without being flapped in the face or suffer from spinal dysplasia. I can sleep on my side, stomach, back – whatever I feel like without feeling like I am lying on squished balloons filled with jelly. And most importantly, I can go WITHOUT a bra – without feeling self-conscious. If I have on a sweatshirt and no bra, chances are you won’t even notice I am bra-less. (Go ME!) And, lots of women my age who have really big boobs look overweight, when they aren’t, because their boobs have succumbed to gravity that even Victoria’s Secret BEST bra cannot defy. (Go me again!)
It looks like for now at least that my eldest offspring may be following in my footsteps. They have much smaller boobs than most girls their age, and they both HATE wearing bras.
When the three of us get home from being out in public, it’s a race to see who can take the painful, confining, contrapment thing off the quickest. One of my daughters has hers off IN THE CAR the minute I pick her up from school. Bra-hating runs in my family. And, I have no problems or issues with allowing my teens to run around the house bra-less.
Some moms think that is awful! OMG, when Daddy is home – you must have a bra on. (Like any father is really looking at his daughters boobs. Trust me, HE is trying to pretend they aren’t there harder than anyone else)
I, opt for comfort. And I extend that same comfort to my kiddos when we are home. And even though we are all running around bra-less, it isn’t some jiggly-nipply peep show. It’s not like we are wearing wet, white t-shirts for God’s sake.
So what say you? To bra or not to bra? Do you wear a bra all the time, no matter what? (One of my friends even SLEEPS in her bra, which to me is like an oxy-moron). Do you or will you allow your daughters to go bra-less, or do you think like that freak Stacy London does, “that the girls” need to always be held up, pushed up, and brought front and center?
(PS – I don’t think Stacy London is a freak. I am just pissed that I havent gotten nominated for a What Not to Wear makeover yet!)
(PSS- The boobs in the above clip art are MUCH bigger than mine)
(PSSS – Wonder how many perverts found this post simply because I inserted a picture of boobs) Suckers.