I had to consider this thought for awhile since my niche wear requires the act of not wearing a part of clothing. To most women its the one of the first things that comes off after a hard days work, and I’m not referring to shoes ranging from heels to combat boots.
Instead I’m referring to a small piece of clothing that evokes both a love and hate relationship among women…its none other than the restricting confines of a bra.
As a teen the wearing of a bra was my right of passage to womanhood. I could not wait to finally wear a pair that I looked forward to that day. Once I did, I was so ecstatic that I religiously wore one that it soon became a habit.
After years of bra wearing, I savor the times when I don’t have to specially inside the house. Eventually I was bold enough not to wear it with my outfits. At first, I was so self conscious of getting found out during my none wearing bra out in public that I end up second guessing myself, but eventually I got over it. Finally I’m enjoying the fact of not being top heavy because I can get away with it pretty easy.
…and so they say, free the Ta-tas!