I don’t like pants.
They are the first thing to come off when I get home. If the roommate is home, then I put on some workout shorts or something. But if my roommate isn’t home, then it’s nothing below the waist! Not to be too graphic, but I like being pantless. I feel very hindered in pants…like, I can’t move and sit as smoothly and comfortably. It makes me feel at home to be pantless.
I don’t like bras either. I began to stop wearing them in college. And went all-out bra-less (except sports bras, when running) over 2 years ago about the time I really go into yoga and raw foods and more hippie-like friends and lifestyle. And honestly, it’s not like I ever really NEEDED a bra.
I remember when I started wearing a bra. Actually, I remember getting my first bra. Both incidents are surrounded with embarrassment for a 10-year-old…
I got my first bra when I was in 5th grade. And, for the record, until puberty, I was the “small one.” You know, that friend in elementary school that was shorter and skinnier than everyone always. I could eat like 8 pieces of pizza and still be the size of someone 1 or 2 years younger. I was ALWAYS in the front row in choir–and love-hated it.
So, that said, I was small, tiny, and flat as a board. But I guess my grandma thought I was “growing up” or it was about that time because that year (1996 ?) for Christmas she got me a bra. You know, one of those training bra things. ANd well, my family opens gifts on display. You know, we do the open-one-gift-and-in-your-turn-so-we-all-can-see-what-you-got Christmas gift opening. So, at 10 years old I had to display to the family (aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers) the bra my grandma got me for Christmas. And I am the oldest female cousin on that side of the family, so I was the first to enter uncharted territory…so mortifying…especially for a tomboy who was never very girly…
I didn’t take off the tags and put it on for 3 months.
At the dress rehearsal for our 4 thru 6th grade musical came the second embarrassment prompting me to begin wearing a bra. The theme of the musical was “When I Grow Up” or something…and there was a song our class was doing about plumbers (no joke, a song about wanting to be a plumber…) We had to wear jeans and a white T-shirt. I was sitting (in the front row) on the risers waiting for the rehearsal to start and 2 of my friends sitting behind me started to giggle and then I turned around and they asked me if I was wearing a bra. I said no. They giggled some more. Then one of them said, “You can see right through your shirt.”
I went home that night and took the tags off the bra my grandma gave me. I wore a bra from that day on.
Now, it’s like things have come full circle. I don’t wear a bra. I try to not wear things too see-through. And if I do, I layer it. But, my embarrassment about that has lessened. I still don’t have much for boobs. And so, if what little I have can be seen, meh. I don’t dress sexy. I don’t flaunt anything. Actually, I dress for comfort 95% of the time…and it is more comfy without a bra. Plus, I don’t like the way bras make boobs look. EW! So structured! Not for me.
I don’t wear underwear either.
That started because I don’t like panty-lines or underwear that bunches. And it’s just another layer of unnecessary clothing. And, honestly, I just didn’t want to buy it anymore. So, most of the underwear I have, I’ve had since high school. hahahaha!
So, no bras, no undies, and pants only in public!
…and you know what? I think it saves me money too!