Lets take a minute to talk about me.

So if you've read more than 2 posts you will no doubt have realized that I have body images.  I could go on forever about all the things I don't like about my body, but you will start visualizing me as Jabba the Hut's ugly stepsister.  And what I don't like isn't the point of today's exercise.  It's about one of the things I've always loved.

My breasts.

I would like to go on record as saying they are great.  Better than great really. . . almost perfect.  And they are real.  And they nursed a child for 16 months.  A very hungry child.  Sure they are no longer 21, but they don't look as old as they are, and they sure as hell look better than they really have a right to.  So fine, no problem there.

Execpt. . .

The other day some guy couldn't stop staring down my shirt. And it was modest in my opinion.  So I ask the husband, "Do I show to much cleavage?"  He says, "Yes".  YES. . . WTF?.  Later he says he meant by societies standards and that he thought I looked great.  Which he probably did.  But still.  Yes?. . Fuck.

Because I don't want to look like a cheap slut, nor do I want people to think I want to call attention to the girls all the time.  And the truth is that my wardrobe choices are a combination of three things.  One - I cant stand things around my neck.  Even necklaces and scarves are worn low.  I feel like I'm being chocked, and not in the good way.  Two - I have wide shoulders and big breasts, that much fabric in one area makes me look even bigger and I would really rather avoid that.  Three - I DO love my chest.  Not just the aforementioned lovely breasts, but the translucent color of my skin, the layer of freckles, even the tiny red dots which are probably broken blood vessels or something. . . whatever, I love those too.

I have always known there would come a time when I'd have to search out cowl necked shirts or something else cut higher but still not strangling.  I just sort of thought it would happen when the girls no longer could support the look.  But I think they still do.  Only the past two days I've felt so uncomfortable with looking down and seeing them there.

I don't know.  Maybe its time to get a new wardrobe.

 Is this no longer a good look?