I wanna be whole as well, Random. Maybe ill see you at the Get The Led Out show tommorow.... (obviously a zeppelin tribute band but theyre so good)The redacted name is that of my staunchly anti-glp1 aunt, who is nowhere NEAR silly enough to offer out her opinion in my earshot. Wise choice.
omg can I share your mom??? Please??The redacted name is that of my staunchly anti-glp1 aunt, who is nowhere NEAR silly enough to offer out her opinion in my earshot. Wise choice.
"Boob envy" 😆
That is the only thing I have left. I have my old (just a bit more saggy) body back and as my mom always said "you look like a 2x4 with boobs"...and here I am, all these decades later, still looking like a 2x4 with boobs (good thing my husband is a boob guy not a butt man, because the booty is gone 😆 ).
I think your anti-glp auntie is a tad jealous
I am the exact same way with my friends. Very tight, very supportive. Just the other day, one of them sent me an old photo and said "I don't remember you ever being this big, but you look fantastic, well done"....that is what good friends do, encourage and hold eachother up. Speaks volumes that she didn't notice my heavy weight until she saw an older photo.The women in MY inner circle are like, super carefully chosen, and are all kind, smart, loving, mature, self-aware women who love me. The women in my mom's inner circle are simply whatever women have been in close proximity to her for the last forty years, and she wasn't really in a place where she had control of her social life the way I do, or had time or room to choose her friends, or make new ones if her current ones were problematic.
Fast forward to today, when my mom and I have both lost sixty pounds. the women around me are supporting me, loving me, and have mostly lost interest in how my body has changed except to occasionally admire my new clothes. The women around HER are trying to peck her to death with passive aggressive remarks and constant tit-talk.
Holy shit, when we compare "so and so said" notes, it's night and day. My mom, who is widowed and beholden/obligated to no one now, is starting to think REALLY hard about making some changes in her social life, and I am SO VERY here for it.
It's cool, isn't it? I had serious pick-me tendencies when I was young, and didn't really learn how to appreciate or be a female friend of a female friend until my thirties. I am so glad I worked that shit out, because being a girl's girl makes for a really awesome life.I am the exact same way with my friends. Very tight, very supportive. Just the other day, one of them sent me an old photo and said "I don't remember you ever being this big, but you look fantastic, well done"....that is what good friends do, encourage and hold eachother up. Speaks volumes that she didn't notice my heavy weight until she saw an older photo.
Bwahaha!!!!!!! You are the same as you've always been, just less random!!!It's cool, isn't it? I had serious pick-me tendencies when I was young, and didn't really learn how to appreciate or be a female friend of a female friend until my thirties. I am so glad I worked that shit out, because being a girl's girl makes for a really awesome life.
I am so boring. I am, at this very moment, big-spooning a cat and holding his hand (it's not the one in my picture, but his boyfriend, my former-feral darling). I would genuinely prefer not to be, but he has stuffed himself back against me and is attempting to claw my computer. If I hold his hand, he stops that and is just a good boy. If I do not hold his hand, he never stops and cannot at all be dissuaded.Bwahaha!!!!!!! You are the same as you've always been, just less random!!!
I feel like my mom can't swing a dead cat without hitting someone who has attached outsized importance to tits in general and has much to say about hers. I ignore or change the subject on any tit-talk whatsoever. I've been walking around with my tits for thirtysome years, there's nothing new anyone could say about them, and 90% of what you COULD say to me about my tits is observations on their size and how you feel about that, which...boring, weird, and selfish.I laughed at the boob envy comment. Sure glad my wife and friends don't think that of me. Although, my wives have sure gotten smaller.
I always assumed you were a guy. I should probably pay more attention, but I'm terrified of the prospect.The redacted name is that of my staunchly anti-glp1 aunt, who is nowhere NEAR silly enough to offer out her opinion in my earshot. Wise choice.
Please do not take this as an attempt to understand women..I am too old for that..I feel like my mom can't swing a dead cat without hitting someone who has attached outsized importance to tits in general and has much to say about hers. I ignore or change the subject on any tit-talk whatsoever. I've been walking around with my tits for thirtysome years, there's nothing new anyone could say about them, and 90% of what you COULD say to me about my tits is observations on their size and how you feel about that, which...boring, weird, and selfish.
But people around my mom are awfully comfortable just letting the first thought that forms in their brains fly in a way they're not with me, mostly cause she's had to be polite in a way I haven't.
My internalized misogyny is OVER THE MOON to hear it. 😀I always assumed you were a guy. I should probably pay more attention, but I'm terrified of the prospect.
eh, everyone in that sphere is mostly boomer and up, and comes from a time when you could really get away with reducing women to their bodies and telling them in a hundred different ways that their were defined by whether or not men wanted to do them. So lots of them shrugged and made their tits into their identity to survive, and just got used to that as a go-to.Is it maybe these women are using boob size to support their lack of weight loss effort in order to justify/shame others who hold less importance if they shrink a bit up top?
She has the cutest feet, just dont say anything that begins with T and ends with T...I always assumed you were a guy. I should probably pay more attention, but I'm terrified of the prospect.
Dont get all wrapped in that. Youre adored and highly respected...Cant we just go fishing and share a 6 pack of Gennesee Cream Ale? Keep it simple before we dedicate our last 20 years together like the Notebook.eh, everyone in that sphere is mostly boomer and up, and comes from a time when you could really get away with reducing women to their bodies and telling them in a hundred different ways that their were defined by whether or not men wanted to do them. So lots of them shrugged and made their tits into their identity to survive, and just got used to that as a go-to.
There's only so mad I can get at women who were socialized to do something gross and didn't have as many options to say oh absolutely not. But I'll be damned if I'll play along, I grew up in a world where we were starting to get pissed enough about that to refuse it.
how many do you have??I laughed at the boob envy comment. Sure glad my wife and friends don't think that of me. Although, my wives have sure gotten smaller.