I've mentioned before that I don't wear a brassiere every day. In fact, I can take many weeks living my life without putting on a brassiere. Granted, I don't deal with back pain or sensitive nipples, so I don't feel I need to wear a brassiere for comfort. But, then, what am I doing on this website talking with other men about breasts and brassieres? I'm aware, of course, that participants come and go. We've had a number of men who were regulars to this conversation abandon their accounts. I wonder what that is all about? I can guess that there is some ambivalence about investing time on this subject. I note that once again this board has become very slow. Perhaps there is nothing here to talk about. Of course, I know for myself that participating on the acceptance side of this website has been critical to finding peace with my body just as it is... with breasts that have grown larger over the last few years.
But if I don't NEED to wear a brassiere, why did I put one on this morning? What is it about wearing a brassiere that leads me to taking one out of the drawer and putting it on? As I've gone about my morning I've been aware of how the band wrapping around my chest applies gentle pressure. It almost feels like I'm being hugged but the hugging doesn't stop... it continues. There is a light pressure on my shoulders from the straps from the band at the back to the tops of each brassiere cup. Folks know I generally wear a minimizing underwire brassiere with full, unlined cups that beautifully shape my breasts. No doubt they are mesmerizing to look at AND the soft material feels like a gentle caress. It is amazing to run my fingers along the edges of each cup and along the curved plastic at the bottom. These are MY breasts.
I know men who wear a brassiere every day forget about their breasts. I can understand how that might feel like a relief. But, as I've said before, wearing a brassiere leads me to think about my breasts. I guess I put on a brassiere from time to time simply because I WANT to think about the breasts filling each cup. The band, the shoulder straps, the cups all remind me that I have REAL breasts. I like to be reminded of that from time to time. I know that is not a typical response, but so be it. This is what acceptance looks like to me...
How is it for you? What do you like about wearing a brassiere?