Humans are very efficient at making mental connections. Somewhere a million years ago someone saw a snakebite kill someone and here we are, afraid of snakes.
I rely on that skill in my efforts to normalize female breasts.
If I appear bare-chested while otherwise behaving in a way an observer would consider normal, somewhere in the observer’s brain my behavior and my appearance are linked.
So I greet people, smile, chat. I walk, ride my bike, play catch in the park. I wear shorts or pants or skirts. I run after an errant Frisbee.
In short, I behave as I would normally behave.
I also occasionally ignore the people around me. I don’t mean that if someone speaks to me I don’t respond. Never. I mean from time to time I just don’t pay too much attention to how people are perceiving me. (I monitor my surroundings for safety’s sake, but that’s every minute of every day, regardless of my attire.)
Being present and authentic in my experiences is vital because the most crucial component of all of this to me is that I am living my life, that I am enjoying being me, right here, right now.
I was roaming the world bare-chested years before friends asked me to create this blog. My primary motivation for riding a bicycle bare-chested, say, was to feel free, not to write an article or tweet a funny photo.
To be sure, I am enjoying sharing these experiences, but I’d be riding that bicycle either way… for myself, and for the women who wish to but can’t. Yet.
If people see that authenticity and equate a bare-chested woman with normalcy and health, great. If not, so what? I’ve still had a blast doing something I love!