The bra is the one clothing article that I hate admitting I need, but love that I have one ready when I need it. That’s a really confusing relationship. Never have I ever found a bra that I can say was the most comfortable piece of clothing I own. Never! But, yet I feel like I must constrain my breast glands into these two pouches or they will fall down to my knees so fast that I’ll have to walk around with one of those baby wraps. I can barely fill an A cup, so my mind is clearly just running wild.
Has it been all the years of trying to look my best or I’ll never find the man who would ‘complete’ me? For the record, I believe you’re the only person who can ‘complete’ you. Yet, years of hearing the opposite left me thinking that I can’t live without a bra. But just like FL in every election, the year 2020 could not disappoint with all it’s fuckery. Multiple hours locked inside my apartment with the distant memory of coming in close proximity to another human being, left me wondering if it was time to let the ta-tas breathe and have a taste of freedom.
Like most women around the US, now the ‘girls get more time to come out and play. Still, I can’t have them become anarchists. Someday this virus will be under control and I will have to face people with a bra on. I can’t play with the ‘girl’s’ emotions and let them believe that they are free to do as they please. Nevertheless, we are a team and I know they’ll be safe and sound without being constricted by a bra 10 – 12 hours a day.
This post is dedicated to my ta-tas, tits, teticas, boobs, breasts, the girls, las cha-chas, mis chi-chis
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