The frame is tilted, I didn’t get that great of a shot.
The thing I hate most about my body is not my weight, not my belly, or even my thighs. It’s my boobs. I think the bra I’m wearing now is a 34 E. Wow, I know. Big boobs don’t even run in my family. And I don’t know if it’s the fat, either. I hope and pray that when I do lose a considerable amount of weight, my boobs will go. They are 33inches across (12cm) They are as wide as my belly. Not fun. I have chronic back problems, and I can hardly find shirts that fit over my boobs, let alone bras. So, of course, people think I’m trying to call attention to myself by showing cleavage. I try to cover up as much as possible, believe me. I can’t even cross my arms over my chest.
Ladies, you don’t want big boobs. You may think they are pretty and guys will like you more for them, but the back pain is not worth it. I can’t see my toes unless I look over them.
My first ever picture I’ve ever posted on Tumblr. I’m getting the hang of this now. It’s my belly shot. No, I’m not pregnant. I wish, then I’d have a reason to be that big. Am I that big? No, I don’t think so. But I’m not comfortable, is the point. I can suck all of that in and look decent. Sometimes I leave most of it out and look pregnant, as an excuse, of course.
The measurement is 45inches/115cm. When I let it all hang out. When I do that, it kind of hurts. I’ve gotten used to sucking some of it in.
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Hello, my name is Allie. Okay, it’s not really Allie. But it sort of goes with anonymous, and that’s who I am for now. Anonymous Allie. I’m not really anonymous, just the name and a few identifying facts.
This is my first post, first time on Tumblr. First time having an account, is what I mean. I joined Tumblr because I want to blog about the experience I hope to go through. Weight loss. I know, there are probably other blogs out there that are similar to mine. But every blog is different, no? I believe mine is different. I’ll tell you why.
I wasn’t always fat. If you look at my baby pictures, my childhood pictures, I wasn’t fat back then. There are a number of things I could blame my current weight on, and none of them have to do with eating, or genes. Maybe I will open up about them someday, but not now. They are fairly traumatic, is what I’ll say for now.
But I’m fat now, and I have been for a few years. Only one of my friends is fat, too. I don’t have many friends, I’ve pushed them all away. I guess you could say I’ve become slightly anti-social. I know that if I wasn’t fat I’d be out there having fun, enjoying my summer and making lots of friends. But I’m not. I’m not skinny. In fact, I don’t even own a swimsuit.
I guess what I’m hoping to do with this blog is become a better person. Physically and emotionally. In all of the sense. Because right now, I’m a wreck. And I may not look the part on the outside, but I’m completely distraught on the inside. I want to lose this fat that I have stuck to my body. Not just on the outside, but on the inside, too. I’m not asking anyone to listen, but it’d be nice to know that people are listening.