These are my boobs.
O-O
These are my boobs on sports bra.
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I hate sports bras. I want to set them on fire and not in a revolutionary type way, but just because I hate them so much.
My chest has always been one of my greatest physical assets. It makes me sad when I put on a sports bra and they magically disappear. I look like a chubby little boy when I have my sports bra on. When I would go to the gym, sometimes I would forego safety and health and convenience to wear a normal bra so I would look more feminine. Sad, isn't it? It's one of the most vain things I do to myself.
I kept it on last night when doing P90X (which I do in my living room, which only my husband dwells so it's not like he really cares if I wear a sports bra or not) and the straps kept slipping over and I felt like an ass, so I kept it on tonight. Huuuge difference in performance, although my butt was still whooped hard by Tony Horton. He'll do that.
Oh, and I've tried just not wearing one when working out and nearly gave myself a black eye, so that's out.
I need to get over my ridiculous insecurities of looking like a chubby little boy when wearing one. I have little to no reason not to, and when I lost weight a long time ago, I only lost about a cup and two band sizes. Big boobs are a thing that runs in my family, blessed are the men that love us.
This post really has little point other than to shout myself out on my insecurities in hoping that getting it out in writing and in public will help me get over myself. This is a completely honest blog, after all.
My Mom said it looks like I've lost weight today and that made me smile. Thank you, mommy. You look like you have lost weight, too. (Duh.)
Till our great, big, beautiful
