My Obsession w/Bralettes and Soft Cup Bras
I’ve gone through several phases of fashion and style - but the one that always seems to stick is lingerie. I love lingerie. I feel like it can be worn at any time, which is a bit terrible because it has come to the point where I forget lingerie is meant for lounging about at home or w/a lover… not so much for going out for pizza.
Luckily for me, bralettes and soft cup bras have somehow become increasingly trendy in the past few years. Brands like Aerie have put out bralettes called “Concert Bras” (think Selena convincing her father that a boustier is perfectly acceptable onstage) and American Apparel has always been hip to the game - selling to the hipsters and scenesters who’d show up in a body con skirt, mouse ears, and a lace bralette - nothing else. Mmm, yes. Hot.
What I like most about bralettes and soft cup bras though, is how girly they make me feel. I don’t consider myself to have a very feminine personality (although that can be argued I suppose), but when I’m in a cute bralette and pretty knickers? I feel as if I am a carefree Parisian “It” girl. The soft cup bra especially makes me feel feminine, because it is so soft and delicate, not obstructed w/harsh unrealistic dreams (ahem level 3 push up bras? Easy access to the lies!).
Today I actually wore one of my more scandalous lace bralettes out in public today (w/o any trouble though - I had a very pretty Ana Sui cardigan that covered all the right places), but to be honest no one has to see my lingerie to make me feel good. That’s probably why it’s come to the point where I just wear lingerie regardless if I am at home or out in public. It makes me feel pretty - and even though it isn’t what a lot of people traditionally see as “fashion” (though you can argue w/Madonna, Rihanna, Britney, Gaga, and the rest on that) - it is my style and I loves it. I will wear it at home, at a club, or the next morning, hungover in the park. It’s my steaze.
// End adoration post about pretty titty things.