Saturday, July 24, 2021

500 Days of ...

 

When I began isolating because of the pandemic in March last year, I kept a count of each day going by. Funnily enough, when COVID restrictions lifted, and I'd been vaccinated, I continued marking and counting up each day since March 12, 2020. And so this accumulation of days has become instead, 500 days of ...



... braless-ness! It's been freeing and so much more comfortable. BUT, I'm also aware that I subtly try to 'hide' the details of my chest with patterned blouses that detract from my nipples (😳) being the only thing showing on my chest. Perhaps the unevenness of a pattern also disguises the lopsided look which I've featured here? We all know that we each have one foot bigger than the other, so why should breasts be any different????

But then, why should I have to protect people from letting their eyes and minds see something other than a person in front of them? Am I their purity keeper? Shouldn't they be responsible for their own thoughts? Why are nipples so darn sexualized? Men have them too! They're just like little punctuation marks, a full stop at the end of a sentence. The operative word being STOP, as in stop looking ...

Oh dear, this has got me going ... time for a cup of tea!






5 comments:

Georgette said...

Your essay (and the drawing) made me smile. I have been so reluctant to wear a bra after a year of freedom and comfort sans brassiere. My neighbor and I were out doing yard work the other day and I ran across the street to tell her something. We were both wearing white T-shirts. Honestly, I didn't know where to look and realized she was probably having the same problem. I didn't let it stop me. We had a lovely conversation. Change takes time and patience. Keep up the good work!

Deb said...

Glad to have you in my camp, Georgette. Let's get used to the fact that all people have body parts!

Shelley Burbank said...

I go for walks in the local park sometimes sans bra. Yes, my nips show through the t-shirt fabric and I'm a little self-conscious. Then I think, screw it, they are breasts. The worst offender for looking is.......

my own husband! As if he can't see them any ol' time he wants!!!!

Oh, and one woman who gave me the stink-eye as I passed her and her guy. Oh well. Again. They are breasts. Get over it.

Shelley Burbank said...

I like your drawing, too!

Deb said...

Oh my gosh! Shelley you had me laughing when you mentioned your own husband :-)