We’ll just call this #TMITuesdays. ;-)
Why did it take me almost two months of quarantine to stop wearing a bra... in my own home?
Though I do jump to put my jeans on like Queen Bey… also like her, I’ve been a card carrying member of the IBTC (Itty Bitty Titty Committee) because we obviously have so much in common (Haha).
While I was breastfeeding, I may have temporarily inflated to a C only for my wee little ones to dry up and turn into, what I have endearingly referred to as “little pitters”, shrinking from even their originally compact stature.
Since quarantine, I’ve mostly been in and around my house, with my family less a grocery or takeout drive-up pickup or walk. But because I’ve been mostly working from home in some capacity for the past 5 years, I’ve also been accustomed to bathing and dressing to go...nowhere.
But as I’ve been catching up with people, I’ve been realizing how many people have left bras behind, to flop around at home in glee and comfort. Doing so had never even occurred to me. As I said, I don’t have a whole lot to support, but wearing one daily has been second nature - it was time for liberation to commence!
So, on day what, 64(??) I gave it a try. Why had I waited so long??? It was almost life changing! We may be going back to the 60’s and 70’s because it’s going to be hard to get an entire world of women re-accustomed to wearing one of these bad boys on a daily basis.
At the beginning of quarantine I saw a pic of a man in China wearing a bra on his face as a mask. I died laughing. Now I understand; It was because A: we clearly should’ve been wearing face coverings long ago, and B: his wife clearly didn’t need to use hers anymore and he found a better use for them! Very resourceful, sir… very resourceful.
I’m not quite ready to burn my bras, buuuuut they may get a little bit of a sabbatical.
Anyone else on board?