Centre of attention
It was one of the most strangest walks of my life. I was conscious of myself in a way that I had never been and felt naked despite the fact that I was respectably covered. I felt mentally exposed.
I’m not sure who was looking at me or not but I felt as if I was the centre of attention. I tried to take the shortest and the least crowded lanes but the feeling wouldn’t leave me.
I even thought about going home and coming back feeling less incomplete – after all my roommate was nowhere in sight. But a challenge had been issued and I couldn’t back down. After all, what was holding me back?
It’s my body and I decide what I wear or do with it. Since when had I started adhering so much to a society that’s scared about personal choices like these? I was told when I was 15 that it’s proper for girls to wear bras and since then I had stuck to the rule.
On a high
The heretic in me urged me on. And then despite the self-conscious feeling, I had a constant smile on my face like a person who’s just made love. With hindsight I think I was on a high.
It felt good to be liberated. Social constructs are for our protection but they shouldn’t become fetters, so life without them becomes unthinkable or abnormal.
Come to think about it then, a man might or might not wear the equivalent of a bra and no one of either sex will raise an eyebrow. But if a woman doesn’t wear a bra – or opts for a G-string – why does it make the world behave as if the sun has risen from the west?