Hi folks, and happy Boobday!
Since it’s April 1st, that means here in the states, it’s April Fool’s Day (is this made-up holiday celebrated everywhere?) and in lieu of the fun nature of the day **note the dripping sarcasm** I’ve decided to spread the foolhardiness to you.
Instead of showing you sexy pictures, I’m showing you real pictures.
Well… Let me explain. I always show you real pictures. And they’re rarely touched up or filtered. But I struggle with taking boobday pics, as you know because I’ve bitched about it here and here and probably a 100 other places. And yet, even with my body complaints, I end up posting decent looking–dare I sometimes say hot–pictures.
And I know there are some of you out there like “Shut the fuck up, Caitlyn. You’re just saying that shit to get people to tell you that you look good,” and whatnot. But that’s not the case and that’s not why I post pictures of myself.
So today, instead of sexy, you’re going to see what my boobs–and body–are really like, not what they look like in that one good picture out of 25. Without further ado, welcome to this week’s boobday. Or perhaps I should call this “The Real Body Consequences of Weight Loss.”
Now, this one is my official Boobday post, it’s the best out of the 40+ images I took. Yes. You read that right. It took me over 40 shots to get a picture that I’d be *typically* willing to share for Boobday. And sorry for the lack of clarity, the front camera on my phone sucks donkey dick.
I don’t know why, but when I’m struggling to take a boobday shot, I’ll always try this. Why do I think my little pancake looking boob is going to look good like this? Fuck if I know! It never does. Just reminds me of why I’m still so angry about all that weight gain. On a side note, in five years when I have to start getting mammograms, at least my boobs are already pretty fucking flat.
Now, this one’s not horrible, but given as an example to show what happens when you gain and lose 100 pounds. And really it’s about 90 pounds right now, from my heaviest. Last summer, when I took this picture–one of my favorites ever btw–it was 99 pounds. This shows the excess skin, the wrinkles that appear both above and below my breasts when they hang free.
When I’m on my back, I have the chest of a teenage boy because every ounce of my boobs is in my armpit.
When I first posted the picture I mentioned above, Jayne and I had a discussion about how horrible I look in doggy style. And while this image above is not too bad…
This one almost makes me sick to my stomach and is one of the reason I like to wear blindfolds when we fuck.
And then, just to be brutally honest with y’all, go back to the top picture. The one that was decent. And watch what happens when I lift my hand. Yeah. It’s not just my boobs that didn’t recover from being a fat girl.
Anywho. That’s it for my edition of today’s boobday. Happy fucking April Fools Day people.
Note: M thought this post came off as negative, and that wasn’t my intent, so I wanted to make a clarification… Sometimes my poor attempt at wit and sarcasm comes off as bitchy and cunty. Opps.
I love my body. I have certain emotions regarding what I put it through, but those are more at my lack of self-discipline and self care that caused me to get to the size I did. I’m glad to be fit again, and will take every scar on my body and treasure it. But that doesn’t mean it always looks good and I know that. And that’s okay. We’ve all got scars. Flaws. We’re all real and none of us are perfect. And that’s what it’s about.
That was more the message. Not look at how bad I look. For what it’s worth.