(I know the photo is a little racy...but I didn't want to google "topless photos" and we all know that I love janet...so I thought I'd pay homage to my (fingers crossed) future employer as well as spare myself the xxx google results)
I mentioned in this post that my life has felt like an ill-fitted shirt for quite some time. I knew I needed to change into something more comfortable?...more flattering?...more me?...more something?...but I didn't have anything to change into. So I stalled. But it didn't help. At all.
So after a lot of pressure and surprise decisions, here I am...topless of sorts.
And it feels...amazing! I've never thought of myself as a nudist kind of girl but there's some kind of euphoria and freedom in the lack of a wardrobe. It's uncharacteristic for me to not have a plan, not have a definition to live up to. I'd thought that being in the wrong shirt was better than being in no shirt. But not so far.
I recognize that my being "topless" is probably uncomfortable for a lot of other people. My parents certainly can't be thrilled about their middle aged, single daughter having no direction. I went to dinner with a group of artist friends recently and it was clear that I have a reputation for being one of the reliable or stable ones. A good friend was completely floored by my mention of looking into collecting unemployment.
And, in all honesty, it can't possibly be comfortable for me long-term. Topless people must get cold eventually, right? And there are so many places with the "No Shirt, No Service" signs. And my ability to express a sense of style or accessorize will be greatly limited!
But I'm going to enjoy it for now. And I'm going to try on a few shirts before I commit to one. Perhaps some haute couture?!