My body sighs with relief to let it just all hang out.

Whenever I see a movie that’s about the Greek or Roman era’s, I am stimulated to think about why the fashion of those times did not hold over. Toga’s, caftans and other loose and flowing garments were very much a part of the culture. Both men and women wore loincloths similar to Tarzan’s. Imagine life without wedgies!

Fashion has definitely changed, but I don’t think for the better. Most of what we wear is constricting and made so that the focus is on what we look like rather than what we feel like. Underwear is often uncomfortable, especially bras that have an underwire. I don’t know how many times I have taken a bra off and seen what looks like track marks under my breasts. I think that getting older does have something to do with clothing feeling claustrophobic. Perhaps that’s why my mother, who was a fashion plate in her youth, ended up wearing boxy trousers, loose t-shirts and shoes that looked like they belonged to a Hobbit.

In retrospect I realize that  she finally said “the hell with how I look, I need to feel the freedom of loose clothing”. Eventually she didn’t even wear a bra, which I thought was appalling, especially when she went out in public. I thought what if people notice. Now I think who cares! Is there a bra police that reports you for going braless?  I watch some women strutting their stuff in their tight blue jeans, little tops and heels that are 6 inches high and I think “Thank God it’s not me”. Oh I have moments of nostalgia  when I remember how I poured myself into some of my hot little outfits. However, those are distant memories and I am enjoying some of the changes I have accommodated myself to like roomier clothing. I’ve found that you need the room since it seems that by the time the evening rolls around my body has somehow expanded. I don’t know why or how that happens, but you do end up feeling a little like a zeppelin.  Even with my new found freedom, I still love steeping myself in the joys of disrobing. Nothing feels as good as taking everything off and slipping on a nice nightgown, robe and slippers. It feels like every part of my body sighs with relief and gratitude that at last it has permission to let everything “just hang out”.


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