Ditch the modesty bra
It’s National No Bra Day, and that has made me think about my bras and my boobs.
The subject is not something that I dwell upon, but sometimes I can’t help but think about it. Example: I went to the movies the other day, and I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, no bra, and not a single male eye went above my chest. I could rob a bank full of men, shirtless and with no mask, and all they would be able to identify would be my nipples.
With that incident and a thousand others like it in my head, I want to say something about bras, but before I rant, let me give you this little piece of information:
Although the origins of National No Bra Day are unclear, this event has been running since at least 2011, with the message of raising awareness for the importance of breast cancer screening, recognizing the symptoms of breast cancer and regular self-examinations in the fight against breast cancer, by encouraging women to leave their bras at home on October 13th.
Now let’s talk bras. Bras are a complicated subject, and there are a few reasons why we wear them.
Let’s start with a great reason: fashion.
- Bras can be cute (I love bralettes, but they’re really just lacy t-shirts) and bras can be sexy, especially if you think it’s sexy for a woman’s breasts to be at her chin. Since I do take sexy pics to promote my sexy stories (that doesn’t mean I relinquish control of my own sexuality and sexual nature to the public, but that’s a different subject), I’m not one to say that bra fashion is bad fashion, and if you love bras because they look great, then you should wear them. I’m certainly not going to tell you not to.
The best reason for wearing a bra – and the most justifiable reason – is support.
- Women with large breasts need the support, so for them bras are necessary. I’m a B/C cup and I’ve never felt the great need to wear a bra for support. Until very recently I didn’t even own a wire bra or a push-up. I prefer bralettes for all-day, every-day, work-day wear. But because I’m getting older, I’ve started to worry about my Cooper ligaments sagging (sagging is a hard word to type, sigh), so I’ve begun to wear bras in earnest, especially during workout (all that jumping around without proper support, very bad for your Cooper ligaments).
The worst reason for wearing a bra is to conform to cultural norms and expectations, or in other words, for modesty (I really dislike this word in certain contexts).
- There are forces out there who say that the female body is shameful – oh, come on, are we adults or aren’t we? – certain parts of the body more so than others, the nipple being at the top of the shameful list. And because nipples are the lightning rods of desire, they should be securely covered, for the sake of modesty. That is really the worst reason for wearing a bra. No one should feel ashamed about any part of their body, and certainly not about two little pointy things.
In fact, I say FUCK MODESTY (and there’s no better day to say it than on National No Bra Day). I’m not going to wear a bra to protect some sensitive soul’s delicate sensibilities. If you think my nipples are the pointers toward hell, then that’s really too bad. They’re my nipples, and if this is what it means to wear them proudly, then I’ll be going to hell right behind them.
So now that I got that off of my chest, I’ll just say this: support National No Bra Day by giving up the support of your bra, at least for today.