My tits have mostly just been an annoyance, things that get in the way and which other people make fusses over. They were big for my size when I was thinner, and I actually felt somewhat relieved when I got fat and they became less noticeable. I've never worried if they were "right", I mostly just wished they weren't there.
Jonathan ,'Touched'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I didn't read the details , but I am sorry Hil.
and tell you family to keep thier hands to themselves, ita. body comparisons ar e good for no one - and if it involves squeezing - smack 'em down.
Today was wierd - someone complimented my nail beds -- I didn't even know what she was talking about
body comparisons ar e good for no one - and if it involves squeezing - smack 'em down.
This one was good for our dates, I can't lie. Three women standing at the bar grabbing each other's breasts? I'm surprised they didn't break something offering to break the tie.
I don't mind being groped, but I do wish I could like my breasts without invoking tales of decade-long woe.
My boobs are sometimes too big and sometimes too small, but generally well behaved and with the cyst gone reasonably healthy. I can't guarantee that'll last forever, so I don't appreciate being bummed out about other racks while I'm okay.
I am like meara in that my breasts have never been bodacious but they've always been perky. But it is weird that for so long I thought of myself as flat chested. It's been a good decade since then (I blame pregnancy and regular ol' aging and putting on 20 pounds or so) and I still am surprised when I see cleavage.
I must be a fool. Breaking in on a conversation of boobs. But hey, I have a deadline.
OK, it's Secret Santa time here at school. I've drawn one of the students that I have no clue, or rather, little clue. He's vegetarian. He's a bit on the nerdy side. A bit of a foodie. Can cook. Computer whiz. Sound whiz. Theater sound guy. Mid-late 20's. From the east coast. We have to exchange gifts by the 10th, so, gotta ship before it's too late.
I found this, that could be cool, but, I don't eat mushrooms, so no clue if they are yummy variety or not: [link]
Yes? No? It's a $30 limit.
The other thing I found is this: [link] But not sure of his music prefs, so not sure which genre record to turn into a bowl for him.
Thoughts? Good? Bad? Keep looking?
(OK, back to boob talk)
I personally find oyster mushrooms yummy.
What about a gourmet vegetarian cookbook?
An Alton Brown book? Myth busters new book?
I personally find oyster mushrooms yummy.
me too and that kit is neato!
Interesting side note- when highlighting Typo Boy's quote I accidentally clicked the 'search google' option and that kit was the second result!
That kit looks cool, oyster mushrooms are tasty.
Mom was always worried about her weight when I was growing up (although looking back she wasn't heavy) but I think part of the problem stems from my Dad.
My Dad does not like fat women at all. Maybe he doesn't like fat men either, I'm not sure. I don't know how much he obsesses about his own weight, but I know he has always ahd this thing about eating right (whatever that means at the time) and when I was growing up one of this things was only 1 starch at a meal, period.
When my parents met Mom was tall and skinny, then she had kids and life happened and she gained some weight. When they divorced she wasn't fat, maybe a little overweight but not fat.
He would occasionally say things about my weight, but in an "I'm encouraging you to exercise way" although after I put on weight due to medicine he stopped that.
And even though he's never said it, deep down I think he thinks I'm ugly and is disappointed in me.