Aggravation leads to inebriation which leads to affection that has no meaning.
What? My boobs are great.
See? Perfectly fine.
I mean, yeah, they jiggle and wobble and don’t sit high up on my chest. But that’s normal.
Like what do you think I should do about it? I mean
My boobs just do normal boob things. They’re A-okay normal healthy boobs.
Moral: Boobs are really diverse. Do your boobs sag? Normal. Do they have hair? Normal. Do they have stretch marks? Normal. Do you get pimples on them? Normal. Are they different sizes? Normal. Big nipples? Normal. Puffy dark areola? Normal. Not facing dead ahead? Normal. Small? Normal. Big? Normal. Normal Normal Normal.
And they’re your boobs. If you can change any of those things and you want to, go ahead!
But don’t let people tell you that your breasts are wrong just because they’re affected by gravity.
You’re fine. They’re fine.
My father and I have gotten a lot closer in the passed year. I’m trying to strengthen our bond but I feel like there’s one big issue in the way. He doesn’t know that I’m queer. I want to tell my dad about my sexuality but I’m not ready for my brother to know. I’m pretty sure my dad already knows and is just waiting for me to say it. When my brother finds out, I have no doubt that it will cause a rift between us. I’m the older rebellious sister in his mind and this would only add to that. I love my brother so much but I’m scared that he’ll push further away from me than he already is. The rest of my very large Italian and hick family, well I don’t care what they think. I’m struggling also with my mother and her ‘why tell other people, it doesn’t matter’ type attitude. That basically translates to ‘I don’t want my family to know’. I’m out to her and she’s mostly okay with it but I know she’s not 100% there. I’m just having all of the ‘I’m-not-out-to-my-family-but-I-think-I-want-to-be-but-I’m-not-sure’ feels.