Cooking, Personal Bubbles, and a Taste of My Own Medicine.

Okay, so this is going to be kind of a sporadic random type blog.

There's three things I want to talk about and they really don't connect at all.

So it's going to be one of those episodes where there might not be lesson learned at the end but you may enjoy the journey there.

Or it might be the lesson that's kind of at the end of all of my blog posts, which is,

don't let your boobs grow this big.

So...

it's getting to be more and more of an issue to actually cook for myself. Apart from the fact that I get worried about my calorie count, which nowadays seems to be a count of how jiggly my boobs will be...

Though even when I diet, they still get bigger, just not as jiggly.

But ..aside from the fun fact that my breasts hold on to every bit of fat that I ingest, there's also the issue of space. That it's hard to even maneuver myself with this much boob now.

It's not just about how much they project in front of me by the way, like all that space between my shoulders, but its the actual weight.

Like if I want to pan fry something, I'm very little, the pan itself is already heavy for me.

It's starting to become a pretty big issue as they've gotten heavier and heavier. For a while I felt like it was really silly to complain about something like this when, I live in America and I have so many privileges, but then my cousin saw me cooking.

I was just making eggs, but she noticed that I was turning my entire body to the side. I hadn't really noticed it.

I guess over time it's just something I've begun to do. Like a lot of things that have changed in my life due to my newly enormous breasts, I adjusted without thinking about it, but when somebody else who isn't used to it sees it, they are a bit shocked.

 "What are you doing?" as she got closer to me and inspected a bit more.

I was a little perturbed because I'm very aware of my space. I don't like it when somebody gets inside that bubble. I mean most people have a personal bubble right?

I feel like mine has actually expanded since my breasts have grown.

My personal booble. 😅

I think with larger and larger breasts comes an awareness that people are noticing them. Especially when somebody's trying to get inside my bubble without being detected.

I can't tell you how many unprompted hugs I've dodged this year.

"Sorry, not a hugger" is a common refrain from me now. My boobs might actually be teaching me boundaries.

For me, it's not easy to say no to people, but I'm realizing that it's a necessity.

I haven't had the chance to measure their weight in the last week, but they must be over 20 lb by now. If I don't tell people no, I will be in conversation about them almost constantly.

It's not easy even to cut onions or prepare food anymore. Not only because of their weight on my shoulders, but the amount of counter space they take up with my short arms.

It's not easy, but I'm trying my best.

I also wanted to mention something that I got into with one of you in a recent chat.

I was at an autumn block party recently in my community and I dressed very baggy. Minimizing my chest with a compression layer and a baggie jacket so as to look a bit overweight instead of as large chested as I've become.

While I was walking around I noticed a woman.

I've written about my attraction to women with large butts before, and I saw someone whose booty was crazy.🍑

For a moment I actually couldn't stop looking. She was walking around in yoga pants. I guess she wasn't probably trying to show off, it just was seemingly impossible to hide such a disproportionately large bum.

I definitely had a moment where I went into a bit of the trance, one that I assume people have when they see my breasts. I couldn't believe what I was looking at.

Hips whiter than her shoulders and jiggling, almost quaking with every step she took.

She turned around and saw me staring. As I came out of the daze triggered by her giant booty I felt some shame. She was looking at me disapprovingly.

As if to say

"C'mon...really?"

I felt awful. It almost felt like I didn't have a choice in the series of events though. I noticed her ridiculously disproportionate and jiggling butt in front of me and just gawked. It wasn't my intention to make her feel like a freak or different, I was in shock for a moment.

It gave me a bit of perspective on when people look at me and don't avert their eyes once I've noticed.

I know exactly how that woman felt. My face gets flush and hot. I feel embarrassment that someone could sit there, taking in my image so intently, right in front of me. Embarrassment not enough to turn their gaze.

It gave me a bit of understanding but also made me realize that we should all look at each other with a bit more humanity, no matter how strange some of us may seem.

I guess it's something that I had known before, but had n't really experienced in person.

Im sure she's not reading, but I'm sorry.

Anyway. I know y'all probably like this kinda thing for the wrong reasons but it's okay. I feel better having written it.

Also I wanted to tell y'all that I'm sorry I haven't been taking measurements as often as I said I would. I haven't seen the friend who's been helping me weigh my chest, but I will tell you all that they've definitely continued their growth.

They feel heavier and I'm bubble boobing out of every top I have right now.

I will start again this Sunday measuring both with measuring tape and volume/weight.

Thx again for supporting me y'all. I have some interesting posts in the works as well, I don't wanna ruin the surprise tho.

-Plushy 🍈🍈🥰