You really do become accustomed to the comfort of not wearing a bra. This week, because I was able to stay in and write and study and bake oatmeal cookies (I seem to be in a compulsive baking/eat oatmeal cookie cycle right now), I was also able to be free of straps, clasps, cups, and wires most days.
Now, when I say that I am accustomed to the comfort, what I mean is that I am as comfortable (or more–the jury is still out) without a bra than I am with one, but that my comfort is largely dependent on both situation and mode of attire. For instance, at home, wearing a sweatshirt layered over a cotton t-shirt, I am most comfortable sans Ms. Bali Bra. However, if I decide to don a lightweight white cable-knit sweater, I am more comfortable with one. I’m no fashionista, but there are still some looks I am not comfortable enough to carry off with confidence. Saggy boobs in a white sweater is one.
But I’m working on it. Because the truth is, I found myself this week reaching for my baggier sweatshirts simply because I didn’t want to wear a bra. Now this is a step in the right direction, but I do have some cuter clothes I could be wearing. I’m pretty happy with my half-time bra-wearing status, but I’d love it if I were more comfortable in my body (just the way it is) and thus in all my clothes!!!
Happy Sunday!
–Bridgett