show and share
In support of changing the narrative around breasts,
we are baring it all one selfie at a time.
Let's show the diverse breasts and stories that exist around the world.
Breasts are the most contradicted, feted, sexualized and taboo part of a woman’s body. They also make beautiful art and bold political statements.
The Boob Book Project asks you to #TruthorBare to inspire conversations around diversity and contribute to the self-love revolution.
These anonymous topless selfies will become a part of the art series which will be featured in The Boob Book, and interactive art exhibitions around the world.
#Truthorbare promotes the narrative of harmony between a woman's mind and body. This action creates a safe space for self-love and acceptance while challenging the current standards that define beauty.
Fear is something we make up. On occasion it protects us from danger, but in this case, it stops positive actions which allows fewer women to see themselves represented and less progress in this mission. We cant do it without you. Submit your anonymous selfie today and share a story.
Let's Dare to Bare and see where it leads.
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“My Mom Thinks You Need To Wear A Bra”
On the days of the function, all the allotted society aunties would dress us up and put make up for us. We would get on stage and dance our hearts away. The cheering, clapping made us believe we were making a difference in people’s lives! That we are wonderful dancers and would do this all our lives.
Little did I know that there was a difference between dancing at 11 and dancing at 12.
I did not know the difference, until one day, my friend tells me in my ear “My mom thinks you need to wear a bra from now on, she saw you while dancing on stage last night, they were shaking a lot. She could even see your nipples. You should try trainer bras” My heart sank! I was so embarrassed. I tried to act okay and thanked her for her concern. But my confidence dropped right there! I am 26 today and I am still ashamed to have such big breasts, which do not look aesthetic to the society.
All the girls who I hung out with had petite and skinny bodies. I was the one at 12 whose breasts started developing when I wasn’t even aware. If only my breasts would give me a heads up or ask me if it’s time haha. My mother was always busy at work and was also pursuing her Masters at that time. She had exhausting days and had very little time for my studies or for me. I didn’t want to talk about what my friend told me as I was ashamed nor did I want to bother my mom. I decided to ask my parents to buy an inner vest for me(not bras because I was ashamed maybe).
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