Shirtless

It's really strange in the course of one day what will flow through your mind from your past. I have decided that I will write about these happenings that naturally flow through this otherwise lifeless brain.

Growing up I was the only female sibling in my family and my brothers had the privilege of running around without shirts during the summer. This didn't seem to faze me until I reached the age of 9 or so. It was one warm sunny summer day and my brothers were running around with no shirt on. I decided to ask my mom if I could do the same. She explained to me that little girls should always keep their shirts on (thanks Mom I still have a complex about removing my shirt) She decided after enough begging to give me my way.

I remember so vividly removing my shirt to join in the games with my brothers. But lo and behold, it felt soooo foreign to me. I felt, I’m sure, like Eve after she ate the forbidden apple. Naked, instead of free, like I thought I’d feel. I remember crossing my hands over my then invisible (still semi-invisible) buds. Finally after no more than 5 minutes I walked to my mother and requested my shirt back. Once again she was right, but I realize it’s only because she never allowed me to run freely without a shirt; therefore, I was never accustomed to it. Had she let me, I would probably still be gracing people with that horrendous sight.

Which brings me to something I just thought about. My grandmother, whom I seem to remember a lot about, never took a bath without her bra and panties on. She said that she cringed at the thought of dying unexpectedly and someone finding her naked in the bathtub. I, of course, felt it necessary to tell her that she probably would look more strange lying dead in a tub full of water with her bra and panties on. Furthermore, I said, you would be dead and not conscious of the snickering going on about your nudeness.

I'm off to take a shower in my bra and panties.

No wonder I have phobias.