I HATE BRAS!!!!

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Okay so I’m not the only woman that walks in the door and takes off her bra before kicking off her shoes or setting her purse down. I know this because you’ve all told me you do it. Unless you took it off in the car on the way home, which I have done. So why, if we hate them so much do we subject ourselves to it. I was convinced a man invented bras but that is not the case. Both early patents where issued to women, one in Europe and one in America.
Bras were invented for modesty and to adhere to the standards of fashion.
Well, I’m not that modest or that fashionable I suppose!

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These are just a few au naturale photos and I just don’t care! I’ll never fit the norms of the perfect breast size so I say forget the bra. I use modesty inserts when needed and I have to wear a bra to work with most clothing but I also live in yoga clothes.
“Bra designers liken designing a bra to building a bridge, because similar forces are at work. Just as a bridge is affected vertically by gravity and horizontally by earth movement and wind, forces affecting a bra’s design include gravity and sometimes tangential forces created when a woman runs or turns her body.” , according to Wikipedia.

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I don’t want to wear a suspension bridge any longer! haha!
So, someone told us that our breasts would sag without a bra. My mother told me mine wouldn’t grow without a bra. I’ve done my time, worked in a corporate world, breast fed 3 children until they were 18-33 months old and I’m done.
“Women’s breasts naturally sag as a woman grows older. Bras don’t prevent breasts from sagging, with regard to stretching of the breast ligaments and drooping in later life, that occurs very regularly anyway, and that’s a function of the weight, often of heavy breasts, and these women are wearing bras and it doesn’t prevent it.”
Breast tissue is fat and cannot be toned like muscle. It makes no sense to me fight this and be miserable so I say,
“Burn the bra” ladies as long as you don’t embarrass your kids or boss!
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste!

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Pauline, southern Belle

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My grandmother once referred to powdering her taint with a powder puff. I’ve always wanted a powder puff and I found out today what a taint is.
“T’aint your ass, and T’aint your twat but that area in between!”
Love my Mamaw Pauline!
She also had what she called a “whore” bath or a depression bath where you just washed the stinky parts! When you’re a mom, you’ll appreciate this!

Having been a child of the depression, raised by a blacksmith and inflicted with polio, and later becoming a WW II wife, my grandmother was indomitably strong. She always said what she thought with no filter at all. The people on the street in her small east Texas town simply called her Ms. Pauline. Back in the days of segregation and propriety, surely she was as misfit as her limp was to her beauty. She once told me that “Black people are as smart as white people, but they never had a chance.” And that, “All people like a little sex, even them fiddling with themselves or a tree. It feels good.”
(Pause, and breath)

The women in my family seem to all be indomitably strong but what else have we carried over from our southern roots? A deep drawl, an inability to keep our mouth shut, and a need to wear lipstick? No matter the occasion, we wear lipstick!
I remember walking into my parents house, home from my first visit from college, and my mother asking,
” You couldn’t put on a little lipstick for me?”
I was more than a little razzed, being a modern and upcoming professional at the brilliant age of 20. But as a southern belle and being a former pageant girl, I quickly coated my lips with the color of the early 90’s and everyone was happy!20130922-165821.jpg
My mother is the oldest of Pauline’s four daughters and my aunt, Kelly, is the youngest at just 7 years older than me. (My mom is far right with me, and Kelly is upper left with my little monster!) I thought Kelly was my sister until I was about 4, because my brother was actually 6 months older than her.
Ok.. Enough of the family tree..

**You know you’re Mormon if your mother and mother in law are both pregnant at your wedding, but you aren’t.**

My grandmother wasn’t Mormon, though she may have leaned towards it at the end, especially if she had lived past 63.
It’s just a joke! And not even a great one.
Had my grandmother been able bodied, I could have seen her as Rosy Riveter or any other pin up gal, but she had a heavy, but very proud limp from a foot atrophied by polio. She refused to use a cane but would hold your elbow stiffly, and she wore 3 inch wedge shoes all day while she was awake so she wouldn’t limp. I can’t imagine the hip or lower back pain she must have suffered her entire life!
She had two young daughters when my grandfather went to war, and I’ve heard stories of rations and letters and a broken man returned home. I later heard stories of a woman I never knew, of arguments and leaving, of leaving your kids in the car while you go into a bar. I think the war broke them both more than we ever will know. My grandmother outlived my grandfather by 6 years and I knew her the best then. Her wisdom about “boys” and her advise about sex, I find myself repeating but in a more modern, and professional manner to my own kids.
“The best form of birth control is an aspirin. Hold that thing between your knees, and don’t let it fall!”
(ME: But if you do drop it, use a condom!)
These stories keep us connected to the women in our life and our past, and will drive a husband crazy in about 2.4 seconds. We quip back and forth with one liners that “you had to be there” for and looks that mean only something we know!
These women are my friends, my relatives, my family, and my confidantes. We share love, loss, hope, prayers, curse words, recipes, work and history.

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There’s nothing better than a family full of women!
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste
April

You can only change yourself

So, what can we do to change the world for the better? Many think of changing the world, but few think of changing themselves.
I was discussing this on Facebook with a few friends. Everyone wants to change the world but who is willing to change themselves? How are we connected with society? Who do we hold most dear?

A debate started on the economy and society, our future, and the health plans and government we can expect in the future. Is the media guiding our thoughts and actions? I don’t read the newspaper or watch the news because its a depressing, horribly biased view from a political perspective to support the stations.

My friend and relative, David, shared this with me. “Kurstin and I don’t own a TV and haven’t for the 6 years that we’ve been married. We’re not planning on getting one either. It’s one of the best decisions we’ve ever made. The idea that I’m trying to put out there is that, instead of focusing on what’s so screwed up with the world and how I can possibly fix all the chaotic mess that I didn’t help make, I find it more beneficial and uplifting to focus on what’s happening within myself. I think that’s the starting point to finding the answer on how to change the world. I start with my own “world” first.”

I totally agree with David! My change in this world may be a soft smile to an ill customer or more likely their spouse. Hugging my child, kissing my spouse. Did I say hello to someone that hadn’t heard a voice in days while they had been taking care of their loved one?
Did I open the door for a young lady that didn’t know that every door she walks through should be held open for her?
I love seeing the smile on one of my customers face at the pharmacy, or them calling me and giving me a thank you.
I love the feeling at the end of a yoga class, savasana, the breath, the yoga high! The surprise on a yogis face that they could indeed do whatever they wanted without judgement. That they could still experience helping society by simply helping themselves. We can all contribute by focusing on what makes us happy and how we can share that, one person at a time. I’m far from perfect but I’d like to think I can get better and stronger every day, as long as I try. If we all try, who knows what could happen?

Questions encouraged!
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste