Professional Fuck Up
And extremely pretty.
Real life vs Societal expectations
Yeah, news flash people, boobs generally only look “perky” while in a bra. A few are super lucky and have naturally perky boobs, most don’t. And this is because, SURPRISE, boobs are intended to feed babies and it’s hard for a baby being cradled in mum’s arm to reach a nipple that’s on the other side of the boob from where its mouth is.
Think of a soda fountain machine. The spouts are all pointing down, right? So you can put soda in a cup being held under the spout? If the spout was sticking straight out, it would be really hard to get a soda out of it.
Babies need to be able to reach a nipple easily so they can eat. Ergo, nipples are usually lower and angled more downward on a naturally hanging boob, both so it’s easier for a baby to reach and so gravity can do its part in pulling milk toward the nipple.
So there you go, outright ANATOMICAL proof that boobs are not there for the benefit of men.
Thank you for that. I never realized. Thanks.
A dress designed to change color in the rain, thanks to dye sewn into
the seams. Created by Sean Kelly, Modeled by Angelica Guillen-Jimenez
I saw my therapist for the first time in about 4 months yesterday and she truly made me realize that I was one of the lucky ones that made it out of the pit of an eating disorder. That scared me so much, but she was absolutely right. Im beyond grateful I’m alive through all of this and I can make the best of the past. I’ve worked so hard for this and I will never forget how hard I fought every single day for the life I live now. As hard as anything will get, I know that I can conquer it because of this. I feel the strongest I’ve ever been and it’s really shown me that nothing can bring me down. I’m worth so much. Life is amazing.
I miss that, too! I’m getting a new computer soon and than things will be back to normal. But I don’t really anymore but I do miss it a lot! I love my weighted hoop.
"8 Women" in Elle Russia september 2010 by Riccardo Tinelli
I’ve changed, and not in the sense of a new personality or starting to like new things. I’ve branched off the person I’ve always been and it’s almost as if I don’t know how to act. I don’t know how to act as myself. I’m still so hurt and as as much as I try to stray away from dwelling on the past truamas it’s so hard not to. I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and I’m always so sure I have my head on straight but it’s so much easier to let things pass by than to actually try. I’ve been so closed off and I hide it so well. I lash out on people whenever they get close. I’ve been told I’m a bad person only by the people that I was a bad combination with. I have to stop letting that get in my way. I need to stop letting everything get in my way. I’m so scared to make steps forward, I love staying still— but that sends me backwards. There’s just a lot in my head lately and I’m not sure what to make of it.
Empty and bad we’re forced to think, come dig me out my lucid brain.
3 years ago. Shit.