Au naturel

While going through my emails at work early this morning, I noticed something about me was amiss. I looked down at myself and discovered with horror that during the mad rush this morning, I forgot to wear a bra!!!!

I glanced around hastily to make sure I did not alarm anyone. I did not.

Instinctively I hunched and crossed my arms over my chest despite having a vest over my t-shirt. Not that I have breasts which are so in-your-face. Rather you can christen them as small dumplings or char siew baos because they are very inconspicuous.

Even so, I couldn't help feeling self-conscious about it.

The entire day I walked with a hunch or attempted to cover my bosom with files or papers when moving about.

My female colleagues cracked up when told of my plight. And to my surprise, even agreed that they would too feel ill at ease. One would even go to the great length of driving home for her brassiere.

And I thought the ang mohs were more liberated?!

Well, I am not a prude who does not leave home without her bra. There are clothes in the wardrobe which require me to go braless. Not a big deal as long as I am prepared for it since indecent exposure is not exactly my cup of tea.

Actually I would prefer to go braless anytime simply for comfort and health reasons. Though it's a no-no at the workplace unless carefully camouflaged.

Later on I related the trivial incident to the man. He looked pointly at my chest and shrugged, 'No difference.'

Ouch!