Liberation of the Ta-Ta's

If you are a woman and have breasts, even of the smallest size, you must undoubtedly suffer through the same injustice I do each and every day. Yes, I am talking about that horrible contraption, invented by a MAN, call the brassiere. If you're a man and reading this you simply have no clue of the discomfort us women go through on a daily basis just so our boobies look perky. If you are a man and you DO know of this affliction, please email me and I will recommend a good surgeon to you.



Now, lucky for some women, their boobs are just the right size that they can sometimes go without a bra. You know the size I'm talking about. A small B maybe, but with the muscle tone of a teenager. I get so jealous when I see these women prancing around in tank tops, so obviously without a bra, yet their boobs do not wiggle too and fro as someone with larger breasts would. I tell ya what, without a bra, if I ran even as little as five steps I'd give myself a black eye from the propulsion of just one boob.

Then there are the women who absolutely should be wearing a bra, but choose not to. Now this is okay for walking around your own house. I do it all the time. But when you're planning on being in public, if you have large, less than perky boobs, please, for the love of all that is good in this world, put on a bra! No one wants to see your pendulous orbs swinging in the wind, nipples facing south. It is not attractive! The same goes for women who have implants and think because they are perky it's okay to go sans bra. NOT! Not only does the sight of two enormous globes with the elasticity of cement turn me off, there's also something about implanted boobs that makes them think it's cold at all times. If you don't agree with me here, I suggest you go back and watch some of the Survivor episodes from this season. I don't remember the girl's name but that's only because I found my eyes glued to her rack whenever she was on camera. It must have been 100 degrees on that beach, but those babies were always at full attention!



So why did I blog about this in the first place? Well, I was out a lot in the past few days, and of course had my bra on at all times. It was the most wonderful feeling to walk in the house and whip that sucker off. I'd let out a loud "Ahhhhhhhhh" and fling it wherever it wanted to land. There's just something special about that moment when you release that clasp and liberate the ta-tas, don't you agree?

Until next time, Justine :o )