The end of each work day always looked pretty much the same. I’d come home, feed the kitties, then race to my room to kick of my shoes and peel off my bra. Removing my bra was the most relief-infused moment of my day. It occurred to me that every day I put on an item that causes me so much discomfort that I can’t wait to tear it off the moment I walk through the door. And I wondered, is it possible for me to forgo that feeling of discomfort by not wearing a bra at all?
My relationship with bras is kind of complicated. I have small boobs, and I always have. I started wearing training bras when I was eleven, not because I actually needed one, but because I thought wearing a bra was “grown up”. When I was fourteen I purchased my first padded bra and it was a revelation for me. I’ve felt self conscious of their small size since I started puberty, and padded bras were a way for me to enhance the size and shape of my breasts.
It was this relationship with bras and boobs that really gave me the push to try going braless. When I started to consider the idea of ditching my bra, there were a number of worries that surfaced. But the vast majority of them had to do with me feeling concerned about how my breasts would look without a bra. In the past few years I have started feeling more confident about my boobs, but I’ve come to see that what I’m comfortable with is the way my boobs look in a bra. A padded bra, with a tonne of underwire to push them up and make them look impossibly round and perky. I wanted to give myself a chance to get used to my boobs without a mound of padding on them, and get comfortable seeing them as they are.
So I went cold turkey, ditching my bra at lunchtime on a work day. I went back to work sweating with anxiety, positive that everyone would be able to tell that I wasn’t wearing a bra, worried that I’d be called into my boss’s office for a dressing down about my decision to dress down. And y’know what, I survived.
The first thing I noticed is that my boobs don’t behave very differently when they aren’t harnessed in a bra. As I mentioned earlier, I have tiny tits. Also, I’m fairly fit with strong pectoral muscles. My boobs don’t really bounce even when they aren’t restrained, so their movement alone isn’t enough to give away the fact that I’m free-boobing.
One thing that did act as a bit of a red flag were my nipples. I have very reactive nipples that go hard as marbles the second there is a cool breeze. Add to this my cold-blooded body temperature and you’ve got a recipe for some stares and self consciousness. I tried a variety of methods to combat my blueberry-smuggling boobs. I bought a set of those silicone nipple covers, thinking that they would be great for wearing under white tops. But unfortunately, they are light in colour but still not as light as my skin. So somehow, they make my nipples look huge and more noticeable. I bought a few bralettes which were a godsend under tops where I needed a little coverage. Camisoles and singlet tops were another valuable go-to for my nip slips.
A month has passed since that first day of going braless, and I have only worn a bra once in that time. I have no intention of going back to bras in the foreseeable future. Not only is it a million times cooler and more comfortable without one, but I’m starting to appreciate my breasts as they are. I’ve noticed that bras make all boobs look the same. But when breasts get to go au naturel, they have so much more personality. My little boobs are cute and perky and I’m learning to love them.
Do you wear a bra? Would you consider going braless? Do you have any questions about ditching the bra you’d like me to answer?