Midsummer Angst Fest...
Hey!
Me and my sister, Arshell, went up to Valley Fair Mall to go bra shopping at Layne Bryant for thier annual sale. Buy 2 get 2 Free.
All you women who have larger than average breasts size know how much of an excursion bra shopping can be and sympatize with my reluctance but need to get new bras. I was down to one and that one broke this morning.
I need a new bra, and this was the day that was fated for us to go.
Its 95 here and the mall has AC, which was just a bonus, right?
I've lost weight recently so I was under the 'delusion', I didn't know it was a delusion at the time, that my bra size had decreased from a DD to a single D. Which would have made shopping for Bras a bit less strenuous, really but it wasn't to be.
Instead of decreasing, like my waistline, the girls have doubled in size.
Now, this could be only that I hadn't been fitted to the correct size but thats not the point of this post.
I'm angsting about my bra size so get with the program and angst with me.
I absolutely hate having my breast size.
I understand that some have it worse than me, even if its on the other side of the spectrum or they have a larger weight to bear but I am rarely selfish so I am gonna be a selfish bitch right now and say I don't care what your problem with your chest is, mine is bigger because its me.
I have real body issues, some would say but then they go on and speak of people who would kill for my so called problem(s).
I have to say killing for anything short of food or protection seems like a personal problem to me, but I digress.
I don't want anything major I just would settle for a single D rather than 3.
Thats not too much is it?
I'm not gonna ask for life threatening surgery or other methods of self mutilation. I'm not that warped.
I know some people who are but I'm not naming names here.
My one guy friend, which is one of two closeish friends I hang out with, says I am beutiful.
I have trouble believing him but everyone has issues.
Another area I take issue with is my belly.
I have lost some weight but still there it bulges out in front of me.
I may be exxagerating but thats not the point.
Most of what my mother and her mother point out to me are my phisical faults and but they forget to tell me how they would fix them or even how I could realistically find a way around them.
All this angst usually gets internalized, literally through food and sticks around...exasterbating the problem and beginning the cycle again.
This is just a rant so don't take it too seriously...seriously.
I'm not about to kill myself.
I got in trouble in HS for something I wrote on LJ. kinda spooked my that the principal found it and knew it was me and not some jillian asian chic. Funny that.
I have in the past been suicidal...and sadly at that point the one thing that kept me back, literally, was the fact that it wasn't pain free.
I don't like pain and thats normal right?
This is getting rather depressing...lets lighten the mood and laugh a little.
:)
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