That’s Not My Nipple.

I feel like I spend too much of my time either thinking, That’s not my nipple or having to explain how something isn’t my nipple. It’s just my bralette being a freak—forming an unnecessary nipple-like shape in the same general area as my actual nipple, but also a bit too low to be a real nipple?

But even if something were actually my nipple…. big f*ckin’ whoop? Bras are so oppressive.

Someone count how many times I’ve just said nipple.

NIPPLE!