Myra's Favorites: Going Bra-less.

And no, not other women's bras. I mean my own. Non-sexually. Most men don't understand the feeling of their chest being trapped in a wire encasement. After a long day of upper body immobility, it's such a feeling of liberation and freedom to unhook one's bra and let it all hang loose (that is if you can hang, unlike me, I just barely protrude) in all their glory. I'm glad I have little ones because sometimes when I don't feel like wearing a bra, I can just wear a sweatshirt and be fine without having to worry about my little berries saying hello. But that's just me.

(This is the first entry in a new series of posts entitled: Myra's Favorites.

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