Folder - Bralessforever

It started as a joke between roommates.

The last entry is from last week. No photo. Just a text file titled “readme.” bralessforever folder

The folder became a diary. Photo 203: bare-shouldered at sunrise, coffee in hand, no filter. Voice memo 7: “I think I’ve been performing ‘proper woman’ for so long I forgot I have a ribcage.” Voice memo 12, whispered: “My grandmother had a mastectomy. She never wore a bra again. She called it her ‘victory lap.’ I never understood until now.” It started as a joke between roommates

The first few images are selfies — awkward, over-smiling, arms crossed against thin T-shirts. Day 3: Wore a tankini to the grocery store. No one fainted. Day 11: Ran for the bus. Ow. But also — freedom? coffee in hand