Breakthrough
I made one last Saturday afternoon.
Andy at lunch, "Did your boobs get bigger?" while staring at me in my apple green, sleeveless top.
"Huh? I dunno. Not sure."
A few hours later, after looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, "OMG! My boobs do look bigger! They are bigger! Oh, no! I gained weight."
Jam, "Yeah! You're FAT!"
Moment of silence.
"You're right!!! OMG! I'm FAT! Hahaha, huhuhu. ... But I don't think I'm ready to lose weight yet. I like having boobs. But maybe when I have enough self-loathing, I will return to my normal size."
These are my last days with my nice, popping out of my bra, boobs. How time flies.
*tear.
Andy at lunch, "Did your boobs get bigger?" while staring at me in my apple green, sleeveless top.
"Huh? I dunno. Not sure."
A few hours later, after looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, "OMG! My boobs do look bigger! They are bigger! Oh, no! I gained weight."
Jam, "Yeah! You're FAT!"
Moment of silence.
"You're right!!! OMG! I'm FAT! Hahaha, huhuhu. ... But I don't think I'm ready to lose weight yet. I like having boobs. But maybe when I have enough self-loathing, I will return to my normal size."
These are my last days with my nice, popping out of my bra, boobs. How time flies.
*tear.