Let those babies breathe! July 11, 2008

I’ve been going braless for months now. Being part of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, this wasn’t so hard a transition for me. It was quite simple- my boobs are small (A Cup range, if you must know) and wearing a bra was just plain uncomfortable.

There have been connections made between wearing a bra and developing breast cancer or fibrocystic breast disease, because wearing a bra can hinder how your breasts remove toxins and other processes. In addition, not wearing a bra is supposed to actually prevent sagging. Boobs have ligaments, and just like any other muscle, to be strong, they need to be used. When you wear a bra to support your boobs, those muscles aren’t being used, causing your boobs to lose the inability to support themselves without a bra.

For me, it’s a way to say fuck you to the media, big corporations that benefit from selling bras and making me hate my body, and pressure for girls/women to look a certain way. For such a long time, I had problems with my self-image, because I hated how small my breasts were, and I thought no guy could look at me and like me. Wearing bras would make my boobs look bigger.

Eventually, however, I got sick of being brainwashed and oppressed. I got sick of feeling uncomfortable and confined. I got sick of looking at myself in the mirror without a bra, and thinking I look bad, just because my boobs looked small. Well, you know what, they are small. And I love them. And they’re healthy and free and oh so comfy.

Your’s can be too. =]

Check out: How To Go Braless

Womanifesto (I) January 16, 2008

I finally got around to finishing this last night, so I decided to post it up. I love to recite poetry, and have participated in the National Poetry Out Loud Competition, but I don’t write much of my own, though I do enjoy it when I do. In Cunt: A Declaration of Independence, the author, Inga Muscio, brings up the idea that every woman should write her own womanifesto -basically, a personal declaration that one is to live by. I intend on writing more of these, but here is my first one. It is meant to be recited in a spoken word/slam poetry style.

I am a SOULJA SISTA.
An army of one, and one of an army.
On my battlefield, I bleed only when my cunt says I should.
I am the commanding officer of what goes in and what comes out, so you can take your control

and wrap it up.
On my battlefield, you will not address me as “cutie” or “hunny,” but as Beautiful Equal.
My uniform, whether loose or tight, is not an invitation for diction that would compliment a piece of meat.
On my battlefield, education is required. Optimism is a necessity.
Because, you see, in this arms race, your corporate weapons of mass destruction are nothing in comparison to my mind, body, and soul.
I’m a dynamo,

and if necessary,
I will go nuclear.
So, in the name of every veteran and every victim of V-Day,
I will forever fight

for the universal human right
that is
NO WOMAN LEFT BEHIND.