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"Um, I'm thinking . . . that a lot of my internal conflict and malaise comes from the tension between the life I ACTUALLY want to live, and the stories I'd love to be able to tell?"
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31 May 09
I could care less about the unfollow, or who it was (…I…don’t exactly know who it was) but am more intrigued by the logic. Partly becaused I never complained about internet pervs, I’ve joked about them. Fact of life when you’re a girl and on the internet. It’s just… Twisted. Logic. I’m sort of, uh, female? I have things I wear under my clothes. From time to time, girls talk about those things. And anyone who has met me can attest to the fact that I have disproportionately large breasts. If I were to wear a bikini top at the beach, would this guy be disgusted at how I was “promoting” myself? THEY’RE BOOBS. The fact that mine are larger than average has nothing to do with promotion but genetics. Even when I was younger and thinner, they were STILL THIS STUPIDLY BIG. They’d be just as huge in a t-shirt or sweater or HABIT FOR CHRISSAKES as they would in a bra. Not much I can do to hide them, however I might try. I think where I get irritated is that people assume certain things about you because of your physical appearance. Not your clothes. Not your makeup. Not your demeanor. Things about your physical person. I’ve dealt with this since I was 15. Guys look at me and think, “Hey! Huge tits! Good time!” Then they realize I’m this reserved, quiet, nerdy person and they look at me completely baffled. Like, “…but…boobs. Slutty…what…” Sorry I kicked your puppy, asshole. I think it would be *wonderful* to have small/er breasts. I wouldn’t get weird stares. I could buy shirts that actually fit my torso and shoulders and arms. I could show an inch of cleavage and not feel like I was on display. But the thing is, when you have large breasts, you’re instantly put on a different plane from other girls. Girls with small boobs can show a picture of themselves in their bra and it’s cute and pretty and modest. Artistic, even. I show a picture of myself in my bra and I’m just as bad as some cheap porn actress. I don’t know where I was going with this. But having large breasts, and talking about them, or having pictures where part of them show doesn’t. make. me. slutty. It’s taken me a while to accept that I have what I have, be okay with them, not constantly conduct myself like I have something to be ashamed of. But comments like this baffle and frustrate me and make me feel ashamed about something over which I have absolutely no control. Also, Scallywag? My GOD. </cheap shot>

I could care less about the unfollow, or who it was (…I…don’t exactly know who it was) but am more intrigued by the logic. Partly becaused I never complained about internet pervs, I’ve joked about them. Fact of life when you’re a girl and on the internet. It’s just…

Twisted. Logic. I’m sort of, uh, female? I have things I wear under my clothes. From time to time, girls talk about those things. And anyone who has met me can attest to the fact that I have disproportionately large breasts. If I were to wear a bikini top at the beach, would this guy be disgusted at how I was “promoting” myself? THEY’RE BOOBS. The fact that mine are larger than average has nothing to do with promotion but genetics. Even when I was younger and thinner, they were STILL THIS STUPIDLY BIG. They’d be just as huge in a t-shirt or sweater or HABIT FOR CHRISSAKES as they would in a bra. Not much I can do to hide them, however I might try.

I think where I get irritated is that people assume certain things about you because of your physical appearance. Not your clothes. Not your makeup. Not your demeanor. Things about your physical person. I’ve dealt with this since I was 15. Guys look at me and think, “Hey! Huge tits! Good time!” Then they realize I’m this reserved, quiet, nerdy person and they look at me completely baffled. Like, “…but…boobs. Slutty…what…” Sorry I kicked your puppy, asshole.

I think it would be *wonderful* to have small/er breasts. I wouldn’t get weird stares. I could buy shirts that actually fit my torso and shoulders and arms. I could show an inch of cleavage and not feel like I was on display. But the thing is, when you have large breasts, you’re instantly put on a different plane from other girls. Girls with small boobs can show a picture of themselves in their bra and it’s cute and pretty and modest. Artistic, even. I show a picture of myself in my bra and I’m just as bad as some cheap porn actress.

I don’t know where I was going with this. But having large breasts, and talking about them, or having pictures where part of them show doesn’t. make. me. slutty. It’s taken me a while to accept that I have what I have, be okay with them, not constantly conduct myself like I have something to be ashamed of. But comments like this baffle and frustrate me and make me feel ashamed about something over which I have absolutely no control.

Also, Scallywag? My GOD. </cheap shot>

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh. Edited by me.