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Why I Stopped Wearing Bras
And never looked back
After my son was born, I couldn’t wear bras anymore.
Perhaps it was that my newly milk-engorged breasts were ginormous and many of my bras wouldn’t fit anymore.
Maybe it was because I quickly discovered nursing tanks and shirts that allowed me to whip out a milk jug at a moment’s notice and loved their convenience.
But there was something else.
Something changed inside of me after I had my baby.
I can’t even describe it too well except to say that I lost a little bit of my mind, in the coolest way possible.
Everything put me on edge. Everything got me to thinking. Everything made me think twice. Everything caused me to take pause. I was ready for an attack, a battle, for everything to go disastrously wrong at every moment of the day. I was on high alert. The thought that was constantly on my mind was, “I have to protect this baby, and that means, I have to protect myself.”
I was in warrior mode.
For the first time maybe ever, I got very serious and regimented about everything from working out to what I ate and even to flossing. I studied nutrition and learned about the best food combinations to eat for optimal body operations. I walked everywhere (or more…
