put your shirt back on

Because even if I don't have the time or energy for NaNoWriMo, it doesn't mean I won't flistspam with the best of them.

The 30 Days of Truth Meme
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Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.

And let's start this off on a positive note, shall we?

I don't actually hate that much about myself. I try to locate and fix aspects of my personality or attitude that strike me as unproductive or useless. I've even come to accept the vast majority of my physical characteristics as something I can't really change, so why bother worrying?

I do, however, hate my breasts.

I am asexual, which means that I have no sexual desire for anyone or anything. But on top of that, I am not feminine. I have never felt like a girl and I have never felt compelled to act like one. I don't even like dressing like one. But I look very feminine, with all of the swoops and curves that people assure me is healthy for a woman like me. But I don't feel the way I look.

I feel like a sexless creature trapped in a curvy woman's body.

I do not feel masculine enough to believe that I am a man trapped in a woman's body. I don't feel like anything. There is no role model to compare myself to. I am just here, self-contained and content. But no matter what I do or how hard I try to hide them, my breasts just announce to anyone who has eyes, "I'm a girl! Treat me like one!"

People assume things about a big-breasted woman. They assume that your brains are inversely proportional to your cup size. They assume that you want attention. They assume that you're whoring yourself out to the eyes of the world because you're just a slut like that. And some of them even assume that, after they reach a certain size, breasts become public domain.

Having become mature enough to understand the power behind big-breasts, I'm sure I could learn to harness their might and even come to love their situational benefits. But I have no use for them, ever. They are just large, painful, attention-grabbing intrusions upon the rest of my life, and I hate them for it.

So, internet. I hate my boobs, and I fully intend on lopping them off, one of these days.



NOW GO WATCH THE KITTEN

Yes, this.

'The F-Word
Features ‘Hasn’t anybody ever told you a handful is enough?’

This. This is exactly how I have felt from day one. Esp the 'sports bra made of concrete'.
If you have ever wondered what it's like to be 'sexy' and 'curvy' and 'Holy God, look at the size of them!' without wanting it in the first place, read this. It'll tell you.

However, I'm not waiting around for love and acceptance for my chest to suddenly bloom within me. These fuckers are gone.