You will never see me wearing a bra

You already know a petite body like this one was made to go without a bra — the weight of the gaze falling exactly where the fabric refuses to.

You feel something tighten in your chest when you look at the way the shirt drapes, loose and careless, over curves that don't need any help announcing themselves. You want to reach through the screen and trace what the cotton barely hides.

You keep coming back to this image longer than you planned. You notice the confidence in that choice, and it pulls at you somewhere deep and honest.