Where’s Your Bra?

Okay. This was not my fault. I was like eleven or twelve, okay? Don’t judge me. I was young and an idiot so I honestly never really thought about wearing my bra to school. Sometimes my underwear too. It’s insane. I would go to school commando but I was young and I was rebel so I did.

Throughout primary school, it went on like this and no one noticed. Then secondary school rolled along. I was sitting in class, minding my own business when this girl walks up to me and pats my back just to say hi. I’m busy thinking that’s the end of it and I smile a little cause I’m an awkward potato (still am) and went back to what I was doing.

The girl suddenly turns back and starts feeling my back. She touches it, touches it again and raises an eyebrow at me. I’m feeling pretty confused at this point because I’m pretty sure I’m innocent and did nothing wrong but then I hear this:

“Zee, where’s your bra? Oh my gosh, guys, Zee isn’t wearing a bra!” One, Zee isn’t my real name, just using it for the story. Two, excuse me while I go dig a grave and bury myself alive. So yeah, my classmates just crowd around me and when I say everyone I mean everyone, even the people I had never talked to (which were a lot btw). They all started giving me lectures at the same time about how I should "protect" my "assets" and this was in class, mind you.

Moral Lesson: wear a bra idiot!

And that’s why I never go commando when I’m outside. Only inside where I can be free. Though off course if a visitor comes I’ll have to put a bra on and if I’m on my period then the underwear is gonna have to be on- okay, I think this is too much information. Pretty sure that was embarrassing enough. If you're a girl maybe you understand. If you're a guy reading this, I apologise in arrears if you even managed to get this far without puking.