Quite a topic, don´t you agree? Yes, I do not wear a brassier at school, not anywhere. It’s uncomfotable, unhealthy, untimesaving, okey I made my point: wearing bra brings lots of ‘un’ at first. Plus it makes your breasts saggy, shhh, stop it! I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. Yeah sure, it makes your breast look awesome, but aren’t you’re breast awesome anyway? Mine at least are (arrogant sneer), they aren’t very small, people do notice them, so they do notice that I don’t wear bra or at least I think so, I have catch more than once some creep staring at them, albeit as fast as I stared back they retracted themselfs, lame. Me wearing bra = breasts of a porn actress, no joke. At least when they have pushup, it’s not pretty, unleas you like to embrace two bloody mountains. When I was younger I really liked pushups, because I would really want those large porn-like breasts, Why would a eleven-year old want that kind of breasts? Ask the TV and their stupid publicity. I really wanted those breast, I wanted them so much that I even make myself massages to help them grow, I apply ‘homemade recipes’ to make them grow, I even apply every morning ice cubes to them, what the bloody fuck man? But with time comes bigger breasts, or at least that was my case. My boobs grew with blood and sweat (Okay no, but it did hurt) until their actual size. For the two years prior I was a freeshman in highschool (I think that would be the traduction from the country where I study) I wore this really pushups bras and it hurt but it didn’t matter because I was being sexy and men would stop and look at my boobs and that would be awesome, because that meant that I was beatiful at the eyes of soceity and stuff like that. I considered for a really long time not wearing bras, but maybe a comment that made my mum or a thing that I didn’t like about my body, would take me aback. But not so long ago I thought: “Maybe, just maybe, it doesn’t matter if I wear bras, after all I’m not waiting four years until I go to college for stop wearing brassiers”, so I ask my mum if she had room in her gigant closet to put away my bras and she just did it. After that I didn’t felt the ‘crave’ to put a bra after steping out of the shower. The first half an hour of being in my uniform without a bra was akward, but then I just forgot that I wasn’t wearing nothing, I just remembered when I sat at the bus and my boobs start wiggling like mad. It isn’t a really fun tale, but it sure has something to think of. Is really worth it to be uncomfortable and maybe even in pain just for a little staring, for society approval? I don’t think so, but hey, everyone have diferent oppinions. Just remember, you are beautiful even with a little wiggle.
Always your, H