Sometimes, when Summer throws you for a loop, keeps you hot in all the right places, and urges you to take a leap that leaves you on the block in exclusively, unadulterated, mesh. . . You just say, yes. You surrender. Crack open the coldest Coronita from the corner bodega, text everyone you know to make sure you're not missing any BBQ's or beach trips.
Realize that under the sun is just where you belong. So free the nipple. Let go the idea that a there's any need to hide your body.
If this sounds like an urge to my surrounding twenty-something, single ladies
to jet around in anything you damn well please,
a slight whisper to the wise;
running wild just might start with forgetting to put on a bra
end with realizing you never really wanted to wear one in the first place.
Photos by Stephanie Tucker