Friday, April 18, 2014
My little sister recently returned from a school trip to Hawaii. She brought me two sarongs, one of which I'm wearing in these pictures, and a floral hair ornament.
Let's talk about nipples for a minute: I think it's absurd that I've been trained to feel embarrassed when they're visible through my shirt. I don't need to wear a bra for any practical reason, because I'm not busty. And yet I'm supposed to add this uncomfortable garment to my daily attire, just for the sake of concealing the fact that I have the same body parts as more than seven billion other people. I refuse to do that. And I hate that I feel like I have to say something, that I have to defend and justify myself. Stupid society with its stupid misogynistic strictures about women's appearances.