Monday, February 2, 2009
Freedom Has Its Limits
Sunday was my first day of stepping out into freedom. My first time in two weeks to be FREE! Well most of me was free.
That's the funny part of gaining my freedom. In order to be free to wander about in society, I had to secure two parts of my body. "The girls" we shall call them.
"The girls" had to be secured lest I receive unwanted stares/gawking/glances/head-shaking/chin-dropping. You get the idea. I had to wear a bra.
That three letter word that I have been able to avoid these past two weeks. While I have been confined to my home, "the girls" have been unrestrained. But, on Sunday all that came to an end at precisely 12:30pm. Once again "the girls" were secured to their rightful position to venture out into public. They were none too pleased. They complained a little, causing me to tug and pull at my bra, but I'd rather have them complaining than deal with with the looks from people at Church.
Who knows, I might even get sent home to put a bra on! I've heard of odder things happening like kids being made to pray twice in Primary because they prayed for the Steelers to win instead of the Cardinals. (Sorry Crash, I couldn't resist.)
Come to think of it.....why does bra end in ahhhhhh?
Maybe because that's how you feel when you take it off?