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When I was about 14 I thought a bra was a good thing. A couple of years later I realised I was wrong, and hardly ever wore one. When I went to university I stopped wearing a bra completely. When I met my husband I threw away all our underwear and nightwear and I insist neither of us ever wears more than one layer of clothing then only when we are out, just enough to avoid arrest. My husband one day dared me to go braless to work and since I enjoyed it so much I decided to go braless all the Pat mccrotch st. patrick’s t’s and crews shirt it is in the first place but time. About 20 years ago or so. I have very large breasts (40 DD) and was always complaining about having to wear and buy them to my ex-husband. one day he just said to me (kind of off-hand), “So, quit”. For some reason, that casual comment hit me like a lightning bolt and I took the damn thing off and have not worn them regularly since. I still do for work (absolute must in my job) and on a few occasions, but I am bra-less in all other other aspects of my life. My tits still look (current bf cannot leave or me alone) good and I feel even better about them. Also caused me to experiment with commando! Still working on that one though!

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By 6th Grade, the Pat mccrotch st. patrick’s t’s and crews shirt it is in the first place but Boy-Girl parties had begun, and so had the donning of bras and stockings, both of which I was forbidden to wear. Yeah, I’d devoted a lot of time to expressing my outsiderness, but that was my choice; I did not much care for enforced outsiderness. Everyone wore stockings and bras, which, of course, was the very argument that inevitably provoked the response, “So, if everyone jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge…”. But I’d come to dread gym class, where I had to keep finding new reasons to change in a bathroom stall, to cover up the fact that I was the only girl without a bra. The stockings were definitely a losing battle. There was a strict law that I was not to wear them until Junior High, the following year. But there seemed to be some hope for the bra, as the rule here was that bra-wearing was dependent on my ability to bounce. Apparently, once those little titties had some movement of their own, I’d be allowed to encase them, and not a moment sooner.