Free At Last

Shoes: Urban Outfitters

Bracelet and Ring: The Limited

Earrings: Pretty Fly Jewelry



"This is freedom." - Emma Louise

Well, I've pretty much dwindled down to blogging once a week here lately. May is always a busy month for me. With birthdays and end of school events filling up my calendar, it's hard to find the time to blog or do anything else for that matter, and when I do find some time, all I want to do is sleep. Consequently, I took a lot of time off from blogging last month, but this month I'm hoping to get back into a more consistent blogging routine.

Speaking of taking things off, I was taking off all kinds of things for this photo shoot. As you can see, I ditched the little sweater I was wearing to cover up some skin for work. However, earlier in the day, I got rid of something a little more...shall we say...supportive - my bra. Yep, you read that right. I broke bad and released the girls from their usual locked and loaded positions. What on earth would possess a nice conformist young lady like myself to do such a thing you might ask? Well, here's the story. 

I started out the day in what Jerry has dubbed my "Go-Go Gadget Bra."  You know, it's one of those bras from Victoria's Secret that comes with 2 sets of straps (colored and clear) and can be worn in a multitude of ways. Well, all during lunch I was bitching to Jerry that the underwire on the Go-Go Gadget was digging into my rib cage. He asked me why I just didn't take the damn thing off, and I explained to him that a woman with boobies the size of mine doesn't have the liberty to just unleash them into the world. I described to him with a horrified look on my face how they would "just flop all over the place" without a bra to keep them in check. He looked back at me puzzled and said, "What would be wrong with that?" He explained that he thinks it's really messed up that women have to wear these torture devices to fit into society. I told him I would usually agree with him, but in this case, I was cool with it because I hate the way most women, myself included, look without a bra.

As the day went by, though, and I sat at my desk pulling my bra away from my tender rib cage, Jerry's words kept playing through my head. Suddenly, I was inspired to be that free-spirited hippie girl I've always wanted to be. I rose from my chair, marched to the bathroom, and removed the torture device "the man" has used to keep my girls down. It felt wonderful, physically and mentally. It was like I had my own private women's lib movement in the bathroom stall at work. When I emerged from the stall and glanced in the mirror, I discovered that they didn't look that bad either. This dress fits sort of like a corset in the back and can be tightened to hold the girls in place.

Now that I've had time to reflect on it, this wasn't as big of a deal as I'm making out to be. I mean, it's not like I showed up to work in a loose fitting blouse sans bra, putting people's eyes out with my nipples. Oh, and for the record, I don't think I'll be doing that any time in the near future. Comfortable fitting bras have always been and still are my friends, and, thankfully, I've figured out how to adjust the Go-Go Gadget to a more comfortable fit. However, I think I did learn a valuable lesson here all the same. It feels good to let go of those things we think we have to have in our lives sometimes and just be free of them for a change.