Yesterday I was obsessed with breasts, thinking about how much shame I associated with my own breasts, how I don't even like to say words like breasts, let alone boobs, or worth yet, tits. I was driving home from a lunch with friends. I told them about how I was beginning to get in touch with this shame. In one of those funny ironies that suggests that the universe to mocking me, I pulled up behind a car with personalized plates that said: "I GO TPLESS." As if the redundancy would further emphasize the point, the license plate frame said: "Sometimes I Go Topless."
Could it be a sign?
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