I’ve got them even when I’m warm and bored.  They are just there; my perky little nips.  It’s struck me that some people I know may have this thought pop into their head when thinking about me.  Oh yes Jess, the lady with the perky nips.  Maybe not.  But the fact that people may even think about my nipples when they think of me speaks volumes about my lazy fashion sense and also about how I thumb my nose at all those nipple gawkers who forget that we all have them.

I am currently at the point where, like Serena Williams at Wimbledon, I could give two shits about my nipples.  Where, like Jennifer Aniston, I could go on national television and show my “Friends” to the masses.

It’s true, yes, we all do have nipples.  And as much as I am for freeing the nip, I am not so much in favor of freeing, say, the vulva, or the testes.  I do in fact think we should keep those under wraps.  But as for the papillum I say unveil and let loose, people.

I was a  nipple bearer on my wedding day.  My dress was a tad see-through and yes, the nips were ramped up.  The dress was a lingerie meets art deco number which left little to the imagination as evidenced in the photo below.

 

 

I wonder where we’ll be in 20 years.   Will the nipple forever remain a naughty little protrusion that must be concealed?  Or will we be able to walk around shamelessly parading our lady bumps?