So, I have different kind of days as it relates to my macromastia. There are certain days where I'm kind of accustomed to how big they've gotten. The added weight is a bit of a constant reminder but I see myself and think, " yep there's me, wow my boobs are big" whereas other days. Days like today, I almost feel like an alien. Or maybe I'm not an alien, but I'm being siphoned by heavy alien parasites. Like they have a mind of their own, with their own ideas about how big they wanna get. Like my life is literally taking on the aspects of some low budget sci Fi comedy, where the girl in this scene is walking around, everyone staring at her, her bosom bigger by the week, and they all think that she had some hand to play in it....but she didn't. Doesn't. I sit idly by and watch them take up more and more space by the week it seems...
I don't know. This is my first short blurb/ blog post and I think I'll make some of the other ones longer, but I might just do little daily ones like this depending on how this all goes.
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