Today was a bit of a weird day for me. I didn’t know whether to feel dirty or feel brazen, but in the end, since I felt so riske, I decided it was brazen.

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.


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  1. Damn, I want that liberation…
    Believe me, the first thing that comes off when I get home from work is the bra. If there was a way to go without, I would, but that would just be blechy!
    Congrats on the freedom.
    BTW – Friend of mine’s sister was just diagnosed as having breast cancer. 36 years old, 8 year old daughter at home, and they’re pushing her through quickly…MRI next week and surgery the following. Cancer has been confirmed, but they’re not sure if she has to have a partial or radical mastectomy.
    Please keep her in your prayers.
    Talk soon
    KTBS (like the new initials?)

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