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.
Euphoric Being 