Thursday, 6 September 2012

Bra



Take the bra is not a release? I know that sounds a little too feminist, but this issue was ingrained in my head since yesterday, by the time I went to bed and took off my bra. And is it true, is very good indeed. Maybe men live walking without underwear for the same reasons: the feeling of freedom, comfort, a sense of being at ease. Is there anything better than that? It's like being among friends, you feel free to be who you are.
Of course we will not be walking around without a bra, because it is ugly, but those moments when we can do that are great. We are women, we have to care for and value ourselves above all and always seek to find balance between comfort and responsibility, between the right and duty, between the smile and tear. Women have so many things to worry about right? Makeup, hair, clothes, shoes, weight, hair removal, pill, absorbent, boyfriend, mother, father, husband, children, siblings, friends, work, play ... Everything we aprováveis ​​for our eyes and also the eyes of others. We strive to be educated, intelligent and beautiful and still remains very difficult to be happy for many out there.
 There is also the kind of woman who does not care about anything else, just that vulgarized general, who opens her mouth to release the bees that for so long were hurting her house and does not want to know who it will affect and what consequences this act can cause. We all do it from time to time, as we are human and we also have our moments of small outbreaks, but nobody has to know everything that goes on in your head, and nobody has to know everything that happens in your life because it just opens more room for judgment and criticism and I believe we are all tired of it.
I've been so: he spoke everything that came into my head, without thinking about what could cause this, but now I always filter what I think before I speak, or at least a good short story. Of course in my moments of stress bees fly all around, but until those moments decreased considerably. I think I'm finally leaving the stage of crazy hormones of adolescence and becoming an adult more controlled. But none of this prevents me smile when I take my bra and I know it will be like at 14, 18, 30 or 70. Everyone loves freedom and there is no right age to love it, as there is no right age to live.

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