I zip my coat up over my pajamas, snap on my helmet, and follow C on his bike to school. Walking up the stairs and down the hall to his second grade classroom, I smile at the other parents, teachers, and kids in the hallways. Inside, I am laughing to myself because no one knows, but…I am not wearing a bra.
If you had told my 20-something self that someday I would voluntarily go out in public without a bra, I would have laughed at you in disbelief. But now that I’m a 30-something, I do it almost every morning that is cold enough to require a jacket when I take my son to school. Sometimes I go to the grocery store late at night without one, too. It’s not like you can even tell once I get my jacket zipped up, but I still find it humorous. And, I can’t help but wonder…how many of those other moms in the hallway aren’t wearing a bra, either?