Another great, busy week. I’m re-watching Game of Thrones in preparation of the new one. I’m kicking ass and taking names at work, though finances are still tight as fuck, I’m doing 4 days a week at the gym, and I’m basically walking on clouds. It’s so sweet and easy. I wonder why I’ve spent most of my life contorted and full of pain.
This week I have a couple of anonymous submissions. First I have a newbie and then I have an IG friend. Both are amazing and creative and open and I’m so thankful. (Can you feel the love??)
NOT my tits:
I have had a really terrible year, and this morning, I wanted to do something fun, just for me. I want to feel attractive again…
I’m going to have to cut back a little on the working out as some weird posterior/interior ankle muscle of some kind has decided to flare up. My chiropractor said it’s a common thing from overuse. I’m a little chagrined by that, to be honest, but I’ll take it as a warning that my body isn’t quite the wonderland I’d hoped – at least not yet.
Softball has started up again, too, and with that a whole host of minor injuries. But I’m in pain anyway, so might as well live life, right?
And speaking of which, I’m feeling quite proud of myself. Next Tuesday will be the end of my Whole30 and I plan on easing back in to the cut out food groups to see which I react to negatively. I honestly can’t wait for some fucking bread and cheeeeeese, though I know I’ll have a bad reaction. Oh well.
Anyway, it’s a small set of lovely breasts that I have to bring you here. I don’t know where Kim from South Africa has wandered off to (I hope you’re on a wonderful vacation or something!), but we have our stalwart star, Sandy with us still! To the bloggers who faithfully link and post every week, THANK YOU AND I THINK YOU’RE AMAZING. The fact that we all look so different, yet present ourselves as not only beautiful and sexy, but as normal and real makes me so proud of all of us. Please don’t ever stop!
School is out here and I’ve spent the week juggling work and child. I don’t have enough money for camps this summer again, so my parents are coming in for the big win this summer. Bike rides, sewing lessons, watching the lead up to the Comey hearing. The usual things you do with your grandchildren.
I have two posts I need to write. One where I had great sex with a really nice man and one where I was coerced and groped by a really not nice man. I’ll write those this weekend. I’ve held off writing them because it feels like a reward to write when I haven’t yet written to The Neighbor. I am revising my letter to bullet points. If he wants to read the narrative I’ll happily send it on, but I’ve decided short and sweet is the way to go. Wish me luck!
This week I have more lovely women to share with you. Miss S shares her longing for her husband who’s passed, Sandy and Miss Over 50 also join in and we have a new participant, Mike’s Lady.
I’m on Day 12 of the Whole30 and I’m almost past the headaches. It’s funny how for weeks (possibly months) now I’ve been reliant on wine to wind down after a long, stressful day. I don’t even think about it now. I just chill and have some nice peach iced tea. The mornings are infinitely more pleasant without the vestiges of alcohol to muddy my start, too.
I’m sore constantly thanks to Orange Theory. Like, so sore I can barely sit on the toilet or walk up stairs. I remember when I was an athlete in high school and the first couple of weeks of swimming were pretty brutal. But we all got back into the swing of things eventually and that’s what I’m waiting for now. I may be 41, but my heart is still in the game.
I had yet another horrible first date with a handsy, creepy Frenchman (I’ll post about that soon) but also some really great sex with a new guy who’s so nice it hurts, but whose overall aesthetic isn’t really my style. I’m focusing on all the orgasms I had, though, and not all the hair that was in my face.
I’ve written a draft email for The Neighbor. It’s not finished yet. I’m still thinking and feeling it out. A reader left an incredible, heartfelt comment this morning with a nothing short of mind-blowing quote by Mary Oliver: “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
I’ve started a Whole30 again andOrange Theory Fitness, helped Peyton do some really fun school things, worked my ass off at work, cooked dinner, done all the dishes, fed all the animals, made my bed, cleaned the house, went shopping, ran errands, made calls, not had a drop of alcohol, wrote a post about emailing the man who broke my heart, planned two back-to-back international trips — which are happening due solely to my friend and family’s graciousness and generosity — and even remembered to do Boobday on time. I’m proud of myself and it’s only Thursday.
This week we have only one woman who is participating, but it’s a haunting, beautiful image from Miss S. I’m sure you’ll love it like I do.
Thanks again to everyone. I hope you feel my love.
Another beautiful Spring week has flown by. I haven’t written much just because I haven’t felt like it, but not in that I can’t bear it kind of way that I have felt recently. Mostly I just didn’t want to and that feels ok.
I also haven’t taken any pics of myself in quite a while and have been taking a break from Snap and IG. It feels glorious.
This week Ms. Over 50 sends us all a special message, so be sure to read below. She is the exact reason I host this meme rain or shine. Love you all!
1) either submit a pic to me via email (email@example.com) OR
2) submit a link below to your own blog post for Boobday.
Also, just as a reminder:
If you send me a pic, be sure to tell me if you want to be anonymous or not and what your pseudonym is (if you have one or I gave you one)
Tell me why you chose the photo you sent
And don’t forget to comment on everyone’s posts! This is all about spreading the love!
NOT my tits:
Pretty in pink.
This is a photo of me braless and ready to go out on a date. Hubby will wait patiently at home hoping he will get to enjoy me later!
Today’s submission drops the artistic presentation and shows a bit of realism. In the past, realism meant rejection, feelings of ugliness and an overwhelming desire to keep my body hidden. Today is our 5th anniversary and this less than ideal photo is a thank you to the man I wish I had found 30 years ago. He accepts me the way I am and has helped me move slowly from disappointment to acceptance and finally to appreciation of my own body. He introduced me to this site and repeatedly ask me to post until I was willing. I still am amazed that I have come this far. Most of my posts have been of one breast because I am quite lopsided. Even when showing two I have plenty of tricks. Lifting one shoulder works wonders which I am doing in this pic but remember I said a “bit of realism” not completely natural. Anyway, my purpose for being verbose today is twofold: I want to encourage Hyacinth by saying that her sharing has encouraged me and helped me become more comfortable with my own body and to say thank you to my wonderful husband who accepts me the way I am (trust me, I can’t go around with one shoulder high in the air to balance the one drooping boob).
Wonderful, busy week. I haven’t taken one pic of my tits that I can post here without blowing my anonymity and I don’t really feel like it anyway, so I’ve dug up the very first Boobday post from me instead. Oh, how far I’ve come lol.
I’ve been a zombie this week. It started out with one of the worst dates of my life, possibly one of the worst I’ve ever heard of that didn’t end in a police report (honestly). It’s left me shaken all over again after just barely having regained my composure after the abandonment of that kid. Let’s just say that the Trump divide is great. About equally as great as some men’s lunacy and brokenness.
The middle of the week I was completely limp with exhaustion from work and the end rounded out with a very bitter fight with my exhusband over his poor parenting choices and our flailing, hurting child.
I cancelled two dates and have nothing set up for the weekend and plan on laying very, very low until Monday when I get my poor, sweet Pey back. I wonder where my fucks for anything else have gone. It’s nice.
I almost didn’t want to do Boobday today and I marvel at the discipline of other bloggers… but this is just the same shit from me. You all know I’ve been limping along for at least a year now. But I’m here and the love is still here, too.
Enjoy, friends. Love you. And happy Cinco de Mayo!!
NOT my tits:
Trying my best to own all those curves and folds.
Someone asked me recently why if I live alone I’m not naked all the time. Duh, I usually am.
Fell asleep in Peyton’s bed tonight after a long day of life. I remember reading Little House on the Prairie and being in awe of Ma and Pa’s daily efforts to exist. God only knows how they did all that. No wonder everyone died at 60 back then.
This week has been fruitful, yet quiet. Peyton and I are closer than ever and my interest in men continues to hover at a level best described as “barely there.”
I’m having to scrape the barrel for tit pics because I’m hardly taking any anymore. I really just. don’t. care. Sigh.
Hope you have a wonderful weekend! And thank you to everyone who participates here!
As you can see I was compelled to publish something else last night besides Boobday. I’d been thinking about it for a while and it needed attention. I feel moderately better at least.
Lots of gorgeousness this week, so be sure to spread the love and the word. This wouldn’t happen without all your support, after all.
Thank you to the women who contribute and participate each week. I’m not the best blogger out there as far as tweeting links and commenting, but know I love each and every one of you and think you’re all brilliant. Maybe one day I’ll be able to reach the enviable blogger levels of Molly and Rebel and Kayla, but for now you’ll just have to put up with me the way I am.