For, what?, 25 to 30 years I’ve had a bra of some sort. After surgery, I had a post-surgical camisole. For the most part I’ve worn camisoles, bra-tanks and generally something more form fitting underneath any and all tops I’ve worn out in public.
Today I chose NOTHING – because I CAN.
It was enlightening, to say the least. I was as self-conscious as if I had gotten my first bra.
While I’m definitely firm in the statement that I don’t miss the girls, I can honestly say that today that statement took on a whole new meaning for me.
Vince and I briefly touched on cosmetic surgery (which I’m allowed one year after mastectomy) and I told him I didn’t want a re-build. I’d rather purchase prosthesis so that I can have ready-wear boobs – on only when I want them and off for the rest. With a re-build I’d be forced to wear a bra again.
I’d say this is a different form of liberation._________