I know that there have always been women out there who don't wear bras. You've seen them and I've seen them. Sometimes we don't notice, but most of the time we do. Admit it, you've seen them. You know who you are if you are going without. And here's a new flash: We know you are going without too.
Have you noticed that when you are out and about that you get a lot of stares, but people rarely approach you? Is it hard to make friends at church? Or anywhere else? Think about it. Do you bother to put a bra on to go to the store? the park? work? church? the bank? You wave to me and smile and I feel uncomfortable looking at you and waving back. I wouldn't mind being your friend if you would put on a bra to go out in public. I know it feels binding or uncomfortable at times. I promise you can release the girls once you are in the privacy of your own home. You may think it's not noticeable, but it is. It's REALLY noticeable. Yeah, I know it makes nursing a little easier, but it's awkward for the rest of us. Doesn't it feel weird being so "free" in public? Don't you feel that it's causing things to go a little south a little sooner? You make think they need to breathe, but they don't have lungs. They don't need to breathe. I need to breathe. I hold my breath when you come near to keep me from making a weird face at you. At first I thought you just forgot to wear a bra to church or it was still wet from when you washed it so you couldn't wear it. Then I saw you again. Braless. At church. I thought maybe you just didn't have time to put one one. Then I saw you at the park. Braless. Again. I see you walk down the street, like nothing's wrong. Something is wrong. You don't have a bra on. Please, for our sake and your own. PUT ON A BRA. As a wise woman once said, "It looks like two babies fighting under a blanket."