I haven’t worn a bra in almost six months. I mean not at all. Not to work, not going out anywhere, not at all.
“Wow! That’s quite liberal of you” my friend said, when I told her. I stopped to think.
Though it might seem so, I actually haven’t resisted the bra for the sake of being liberal at all. I’m not trying to be scandalous either.
That’s what made me fling my bra at the back of the closest.
I had clamoured with my GP for close to two years about changing my painkillers – Pregabalin had caused me to gain almost 80lbs in weight. My clothes had stopped fitting, including my bras. Finding a comfortable bra has always been problematic for me – already with fibromyalgia I felt stifled by the under wires; and in the past year felt them digging their way deeper into my skin. I forked out more money to buy proper, wireless bras that were much better, but still felt very unnatural and uncomfortable.
At work, instead of focusing on working, my mind would be on the nagging pain at my sides, relieved only when I’d dash through my front door on evenings, only to rip my bra off first and foremost so I could breathe! I got fed up of the discomfort.
If only my Ma knew!
Thing is, I never thought I would/could not wear a bra. I mean, if my Ma ever found out! *cheeky grin*
The way I grew up, not just in my family, but in wider society, I understood that bras were there to not only provide ‘support’, but in a sense, hide our nakedness etc. Even if I wanted to not wear a bra, I could never muster up the courage to do it. I’d be too self conscious of ‘printing out,’ showing through my clothing or jiggling up and down when rushing for the train!
But it’s surprising the things that pain and discomfort can make us do!
That was me for almost 30 years and then bam! Just like that, with the increased pain and discomfort and the pressure the bras were placing on my body, I’d had enough. I went googling and was surprised to find that there were nipple covers that one could use repeatedly just like knickers or bras. I had only ever known of the disposable ones which weren’t feasible. I was pleased to say the least when I received my purchase in the post. I absolutely love them! That way, I don’t have to worry about showing or being exposed when I go out while simultaneous basking in the glory of my bra-free, reduced-pain comfort!
The first day I kept my bra off I can only describe the feeling as total liberty. I had some anxiety, admittedly, and I also worried about the missing support and whether it would cause my twins to head south faster. But the worry didn’t last.
I’m too busy enjoying my pain-free, bra-less days in the sun. Who cares about the bras when it’s one less pain to worry over? If you also live with fibromyalgia or any condition where your pain receptors go berserk, I already know, you know what I mean. It would be interesting to see how long I’ll keep this up 🙂
I have to say as well, that going bra-less, even because of fibromyalgia has made me appreciate & love my breasts more, particularly with so many women losing theirs to breast cancer.
How do you cope with bras and fibromyalgia?
Gentle hugs 🙂