Speaking of minor miracles, a friend came over today for our mutual support society. We sat in my office for an hour and twenty minutes. After an excited little bit, Cagney got up in my chair, draped his 55 lbs over my lap and went to sleep. For the entire time.

I've been so sad that he can't work with me like Bartleby did. Who knows, maybe there is hope.

I recognize how insanely trivial that is, in a world where big things happen every second. But, honestly, that teeny, tiny thing made my poor heart feel so warm.

I recognize how insanely trivial that is, in a world where big things happen every second. But, honestly, that teeny, tiny thing made my poor heart feel so warm.

Awww, bonny, it's not a tiny thing to YOU (or to Cagney, I suspect), and that's what really matters.

Also, thanks for the neti pot reminder. I will do that before bed.

I think my mother thinks the absence of weight issues shown by either of her kids means that she does get to talk about my weight with abandon, and she was a bit taken aback when I warned them off breast-talk.

I realise that 95% of the women I've been intimate with (uh, not sexually) have massive breast issues (some massive issues, some massive breasts, some both), and I have no real idea if that's normal.

Is that normal? I feel like I'm two inches shy of massive issues (and massive...never mind, that's best left alone...) and that I'm pulling back at the last minute and THEY WILL NOT PULL BACK.

Just because I think I made up the term breast shaming doesn't mean THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU'RE DOING, FAMILY.

Sorry to barf on the thread, but I'm just processing that the dress I'm wearing to he wedding might as well say "Related to ita !? Let's talk about boobs!" I am *not* hiding my boobs because of them, dammit.

Hm. I think that depends on your definition of MASSIVE.

I mean, for example, I'd say I have body issues, and would definitely include breast issues in those, but massive? Nah.

My siblings and I have often gone in on gifts together, so I'll check with my sister, but she's been buying him tickets to a baseball or basketball game, the past couple years, to go with him. But since I wouldn't be able to go with it's not quite the same...

My vague ideas on gifting this year are shot. If I couldn't do a shared activity, I went charity. It's fraught trying to figure out anything else. I wish you luck.

I realise that 95% of the women I've been intimate with (uh, not sexually) have massive breast issues (some massive issues, some massive breasts, some both), and I have no real idea if that's normal.

From my excessively inclusive case studies of basically everyone I have ever met, yes, women have breast issues. The projected ideas of what is normal is ... not. So every woman I've ever been able to talk to about boobs is stressed about them.

I wonder if it is because images are so breast-focused but we also, in mass media, hide the specifics. So there is this idea that an ideal boob not just exists but is common. And we freak when it doesn't match what we're sporting.

But that's all guessing. Just being female and talking about it for a while.

I think that my breasts are one of my best features. I have body issues, but only when I really like a guy. Otherwise, I don't give a fuck. Hell, a decent number of the bitches have seen me in various states of undress.

I think that my breasts are one of my best features.

You rock the world but, yeah, you have really good boobs too.

I don't remember the last time that anyone in my family didn't mention my breasts first. Or their breasts first, barring injury to anything else. They will tell you how nice your breasts are, and what's wrong with theirs--no boobs are too small, but then again, none are smaller than a C. But that's so big! Here! Grab it. Now grab yours. See how mine are bigger? I hate that. And they flop! Let me take off my bra...can I grab yours again? That's what I thought. Definitely better than mine...

Okay, SERIOUSLY. I would like to a) like my breasts b) leave the room.

I have many body issues, but I always thought my breasts were nice. I was totally ok when I was tiny. Didn't buy a bra until I was 38 because it was not required. Now that I am heavy and the breasts are, that is ok too. They totally were awesome, full and shapely when I was nursing, and all super functional too! The hair, the chins, the belly, now we are talking body ISSUES.

Hah--see, I figure my boobies, at least there are good parts. I mean, my chin, my belly, whatever, it's just not the shape I want, there's no special upside to that. My boobies, I'd love them to be bigger, but hey, at least they're perky for what they are! (I figure on a smaller-bodied person they'd be great, but since I've got a large rib cage and hips and stuff, a bigger rack would be more proportionate. If probably less perky)