I don’t care.

BRA: This piece of cloth that covers my boobs and supports them is nothing but a cage. A prison that refuses me the right to breathe.
Why should I look womanly when I can look like a walking natural beauty without these torturing my tender boobs?

For whom should I conform to this norm of wearing a bra and not let it’s strap peep through? 

Why should I spend a fortune on these pieces of clothes whose glimpse causes people to judge me?

Why should I give you the right to judge?
I won’t listen.

I won’t wear it.

I will walk free.

I will let my boobs be.

I will let be.