I want some bruises that I’ll have to fuss about hiding.
breasts
Another one taken of the absolutely bizarre poses my sleeping body takes when left to its own devices in a very large, comfy bed.
Behold: the last photo that exists of my unpierced nips.
Stinging (mostly, usually) gone so hip hip hooray.
Birth control made my breasts grow. It’s also made them much more sensitive.
It bugs me because now some of my clothes fit a little differently and I can’t get away as easily with not wearing a bra.
But, it makes certain individuals inordinately happy, so there’s that.
Just a little hello from me and his hands.
One of my resolutions was more self care and nice things for myself.
So yay a nice cup of tea.
No, I’m not naked in my apartment in this weather. But I figured I’d better take my shirt off to stay true to the theme of this blog.
I’m going out with some of my favorite people tonight and I’m pretty ready to do this birthday princess thing 100%.
Also, thank you for the kind messages! I promise to reply this weekend.
Idle hands are the devil’s workshop, my darling.
It’s hard for me not to fuss sometimes about myself and the way I look. But sometimes he takes pictures of me and leaves them on my phone. And I have to stop and look at my body and all its bumps and curves and marks and think the whole thing is kind of a little more than the petty stuff.