Free the Boobies

In December 2016, I went to a party. I got drunk. Very drunk. But somehow, I remember one thing in my night: I met a girl who wasn’t wearing a bra. I remember hearing her say it while I was walking and I just stopped, turned around and asked her, “How can you not wear a bra? You have big breasts!”

I didn’t know at that moment that this girl would change my relationship with my breasts, which I consider one of my most important features. She told me that she hadn’t worn a bra for the past two years. She said she found it uncomfortable. She said she didn’t see the use.

“But aren’t your breasts hanging?”

Well, they’re breasts. That’s normal. Breasts are not made to stand up for themselves. And after a few months, your chest muscles get stronger and your breasts hang less. Your breasts could even look better without a bra.

And then, I looked at her breasts. I really looked at them. They seemed totally normal. I couldn’t see that she didn’t have a bra on under her shirt. And then, I was convinced. I woke up the next day and decided I wouldn’t wear a bra from January 1st, 2017, on.

Okay, I admit it. Sometimes, I do wear a bra.

But only if I really need it. Like when I go to official dinners and want to wear a special dress that has a nice cleavage. Like if I really want to be sexy. And when I wear a translucent shirt? I wear a bralette. I don’t need support; I need a piece of cloth to hide my nipples. And when I do sports? I wear a sports bra. I don’t need pretty; I need support. And when I have a date that might end up with sex?

There you go.

That’s the real question. What does a person with breasts do when she wants to be attractive for someone else? Most will wear a bra. But I don’t. And let me explain how I can still be fierce and beautiful and sexy without a bra.

I have big breasts. When I wear a bra, it’s a D-cup. And I love to wear breast-flattering shirts and dresses. I honestly didn’t see much of a difference while dressed up for a long time. It’s only six months later, when I was looking at a picture of me wearing a bathing suit under a tank top that I realized how huge my breasts were when I had something to hold them up. I felt like it wasn’t my body, because I was now used to seeing me without anything boosting my silhouette. But I still feel pretty without a bra. And my breasts are still there; people still know that I have big breasts.

At first, I felt self-conscious about my nipples. I feared being cold and letting people see my nipple’s shape through my shirt. At some point, I just realized that I don’t always notice that I’m cold, but when I do, I usually cover up anyway. And when I don’t, nobody makes any comments, so why bother? I even started this new habit: when I’m cold, I touch my nipples through my shirt to know if I should cover up. I literally use my nipples to know if I need a vest.

Having big breasts, I was also self-conscious about the hanging cleavage. That has always been something that I hate about my breasts: they don’t hold straight. But it made me realize that I didn’t like that much to show my cleavage. I told myself that I would wear a bra whenever I show it. And then I only wore a bra three times in the last nine months. No kidding. And yeah, sometimes, I wear tank tops that might show the beginning of my breasts. But I don’t mind.

I don’t mind, because that’s how my breasts are. When I go on a date that might end up in sex, I don’t wear a bra. I usually wear a bralette for the first three dates, because I don’t want to have the bra conversation before that point. But when I take off my shirt, my breasts are as natural as they can be. They are hanging and great and soft and imperfect and beautiful. Does anyone wear a bra every time she has sex? On a special occasion, maybe. But always? Nah.

When I have sex, my breasts are free. And they hang. And they bounce. And that’s perfectly natural. And that’s sexy. So why would I want to hide my hanging boobs to everyone? Some people say that hanging breasts are unattractive. Well, there are people that like my breasts and they hang. That’s gravity. And the people that don’t like hanging breasts won’t like my breasts even with a bra, because they’ll know it’s just cheating at the gravity game. So, in the end, I’m still attractive to people who like hanging breasts. And I’m still unattractive to people who don’t like hanging breasts. I seriously don’t think this affects my attractiveness.

Some people ask me about comfort. At first, I felt uncomfortable. But I got used to my free breasts quickly. The problem remains when it’s warm. I don’t like boob sweat. For people who don’t have big breasts, boob sweat is sweat that comes from under your breasts. Without a bra, I feel my boob sweat a lot more. But I do sports with a sports bra, so most of the time, boob sweat isn’t a big deal for me.

So I tell you, free your breasts! Give them liberty!

For people who might be younger – if you’re still in high school, feel concerned – your situation might be different. I remember high school. It’s a judgmental, identity-challenging environment, where you can rarely be your complete self. I wasn’t. I would’ve never walked around without a bra in high school. I wish some girls would do it. I wish girls could feel allowed to dress up the way they want, without always worrying about not being desirable. But I feel you. I feel you, girl, because I was extremely uncomfortable with my body when I was your age. I still am, sometimes. But maybe someday, you’ll allow yourself to free your breasts and smile to yourself in the mirror when you look at your awesome, beautiful body, and feel like 100% feminine without a bra.

Love,

Camille