“How could you possibly want smaller boobs? I wish I had bigger ones! Give me some!” This is a comment I have frequently gotten when I have mentioned that I hate (yes, hate) my breasts. I would always get somewhat quiet, smile and say, “yeah, you’re right… I am lucky.” But what I truly wanted to reply in my hidden frustration was, “yes, but just because you wish you had bigger boobs doesn’t mean you would like my sized boobs. They are already saggy at 18, they give me bad posture, they hurt with or without a bra and they honestly just suck.” I am done hiding that frustration and this is why.
I have not done one of these posts in a really long time, and I feel like a reflection piece is needed. I know that for the whole month of March I was absent. I feel like I was absent from my family, distant in more ways than just miles. I feel like writing became a job for the month, and less so how I always feel about it, enjoyment and creativity. Continue reading “If We Were Having Coffee”