More often than I like to admit, I feel trapped. Trapped by my own choices. No where to go, no way to make changes. I know it’s not true, but sometimes I need a reminder of how wrong I am.
Feeling free takes a lot of forms. Being outside. Taking a break. Driving with the windows rolled down. The weekend.
And sometimes, it’s as simple as taking off your bra.
Thanks to Hyacinth and Boobday for giving me a reason to take boob selfies instead of working this afternoon.