06-12-2009, 03:47
(This post was last modified: 06-12-2009, 23:01 by itsjust4fun91.)
If someone would have told me I could ever become so obsessed with breast, I would have laughed. Now here I am confessing, I look at my breast more times a day, than I probably did in a year before I started this. It strikes me as a bit comical when I look at the big picture. I check them out everytime I get dressed or undressed. If I make a trip to the bathroom, after I wash my hands I lift my shirt and take another gander. Am I trying to assure myself they're still there? Assure myself ,yes indeed they are real, it's not a dream, or am I hoping I'll lift my shirt and they will burst forth with new growth wilder than I ever dreamed of, just since the last time I checked. LOL
I assure myself that I'm not alone, that everyone else taking this journey probably does or has done the same thing also, but it does seem crazy that I could become so focused on breast. It's like getting a new toy. Everyday I discover something else they can do that I never knew before, since I had none for years. Wow, who knew brushing my teeth shirtless could be so entertaining? Not me!
I remember hearing women complain that their breast get in their way. The first time I noticed mine were in my way, I jumped for joy and drug my husband in to watch them get in the way!
The first time I tried to button a blouse and it wouldn't button, that too was another exciting moment. Part of me wanted to video tape it like it was a babies first steps.
God help me, I wish showing your breast wasn't considered being loose of morals, because part of me wants to lift my shirt for everyone I meet and say, "isn't my bra just beautiful? It's a C cup by the way. If anyone's interested in having the same thing, meet me on Tuesday and I'll give you all the details on how you too can wear this bodacious bra!"
So, that's my confession. I admit it, I am a breastaholic, and I have no intensions of quiting. By the way, I have to cut this short, because it's been more than 2 hours since last I admired them, so I really need to get busy.......:angel:
I assure myself that I'm not alone, that everyone else taking this journey probably does or has done the same thing also, but it does seem crazy that I could become so focused on breast. It's like getting a new toy. Everyday I discover something else they can do that I never knew before, since I had none for years. Wow, who knew brushing my teeth shirtless could be so entertaining? Not me!
I remember hearing women complain that their breast get in their way. The first time I noticed mine were in my way, I jumped for joy and drug my husband in to watch them get in the way!
The first time I tried to button a blouse and it wouldn't button, that too was another exciting moment. Part of me wanted to video tape it like it was a babies first steps.
God help me, I wish showing your breast wasn't considered being loose of morals, because part of me wants to lift my shirt for everyone I meet and say, "isn't my bra just beautiful? It's a C cup by the way. If anyone's interested in having the same thing, meet me on Tuesday and I'll give you all the details on how you too can wear this bodacious bra!"
So, that's my confession. I admit it, I am a breastaholic, and I have no intensions of quiting. By the way, I have to cut this short, because it's been more than 2 hours since last I admired them, so I really need to get busy.......:angel: