Bras have imprisoned us too long.
Like some medieval form of torture
we strap on, day after day.
Who’s the prisoner?
What are we trying to hold in
and what exactly will escape?
Itching, binding,
straps digging, carving, forming caverns
into our shoulders
deforming our body
ruining our natural, beautiful shoulders.
We’ve all been constricted long enough
and I, and they, want to be free.
Freedom for air, freedom for movement,
freedom from the iron maiden.
Sadly we comply
why?
because loose boobs
and pointy nipples
aren’t socially acceptable
why?
because you don’t want
to be uncomfortable
when you look at them.
So stop looking at them
then.
I’m not a bra burning feminist
I’m just a woman
wishing to be comfortable.
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