There’s a spike in my desire to post and take pics.
I could say it’s entirely due to sending the letter or I could say a month of working out, being sober, eating right, working hard, and some really nice sex with a really nice man have also contributed.
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’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 (firstname.lastname@example.org) 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).
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.
I have another non-date with the man from the diner Friday morning tonight. He is the dark horse in this at the moment. I worked late last night and never bothered to call Trey, the guy from the gym, despite having plans with him. He didn’t call me either. Instead I slept.
It was between blogs – my old old one and this one. I shuttered it because I felt stifled and like it didn’t fit me anymore, but the urge to write didn’t disappear. I don’t feel that differently about this space now, but the difference is I’m not going to jump the gun and quit because I know I’ll be back… I’m just wondering when.