Thursday, 21 February 2013

Making a boob of it!

I have boobs. I have very large boobs. I am not going to lie, in my youth I might have used those boobs to my advantage. They always came in handy when it came to getting served more quickly in a busy bar. Terrible, I know.  They are however, my boobs. To use as I wish.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm no supporter of page 3. I'd happily see that scrapped, but that isn't what I want to talk about right now.

I have an issue though. Not with my boobs, just other people's attitude towards them. I'm not even talking about men.  Of course me and my friends and family do occassionally joke happily about my humongous chest. That doesn't bother me.  These people know me, we have a history. They know what my boundaries are.

My issue is with people I don't really know, feeling that it is acceptable to make comments about the size of my breasts. It isn't as if I walk about with them hanging out and even if I did, that is my choice.  I've had people I barely know, I've just been introduced to trying to start up a conversation with me by mentioning my breasts!

"Wow, would you look at the size of your boobs. God, they are so big!"

"God, would you look at the size of those!"

"You have massive boobs!"

It is always something along those lines and usually accompanied by a grin or a snigger. I hate it. Now if I had a really large head, or was hugely obese, I am betting that no one would think it was so acceptable to say that directly to me?  So what makes my breasts an acceptable target for comment? God forbid I was to meet another woman with small breasts and comment on the size of her bust. Could you imagine it?

"God, you have the smallest breasts I've ever seen, wow!" 

What a rotten thing to say, and clearly unacceptable. So what makes it ok for people to comment on big boobs but not small ones? 

Now I'm pretty laid back about the attention I get for having big boobs. I've never known anything different. I wouldn't mind if people had a genuine question about my boobs either, like where I buy bras, or do they cause me back pain etc. I just think commenting on their size just for the sake of it is insulting and unnecessary. Like somehow I have gone my whole life not noticing how big they are!

So strangers, take heed. Just because my boobs are very visible doesn't make them fair game. So think before you speak, don't make a boob of yourself  by commenting. Or I might just have to smother you to death in my more than ample boobage...

Thursday, 7 February 2013

Honesty...Should I stay or should I go now?

So I've spent this last month debating continuing my blog or not.  I had decided to have a break from blogging in January anyway, but when I stopped blogging it set me to thinking about whether it was really worth carrying it on.

As it happens, I'm still undecided.  I think for now I'll keep the blog running but only until I make a definite decision. I think I need to reassess my reasons for blogging.

I have been feeling generally disheartened by my continually plummeting Tots100 score despite the fact that my stats are improving so much.  I know that the Tots rankings aren't based on that, but I feel as if all my work on the blog isn't worth it.  I'm all for promoting my blog, and I do so on Twitter but it seems that every week there is some other new thing I need to be doing to promote my blog.  I honestly feel that it takes away from the time it takes to write content.  I know many people manage it all effortlessly but I feel like Twitter is enough for me. Twitter is such a wide audience and with RT's and FF's you can end up with a huge audience.  I simply don't have time for Technorati, Klout and G+!

Being honest, besides that, I was feeling a little left out too.  Everyone is so excited to go to Britmums and I know I won't be going.  Twitter is full of the excited chatter of who was going to meet up, share rooms etc.  I felt like I was the kid at school who never got to go on the school trip.  Other bloggers would be meeting and forming bonds and I would be missing out.

I shouldn't complain. I know that.  It isn't that I can't afford to go, I just took the decision not to. The cost of return travel from Scotland, accommodation, the ticket and any other expenses by the time I got home would probably exceed £250 (that is a conservative estimate). I am certain I would have had a great time if I decided to go, but I can think of so many other things I could spend that money on.  For my daughter, for me, for our family. I would honestly feel very selfish and guilty spending that money on myself.  That's just me I suppose. 

For now though, I need to give myself a good talking to. Try and get out of this blogging funk I'm in. I've made my decision and I'm sticking to it. I'm sure everyone going to Britmums will have a fab time, and will have a great experience with so much to blog about. I look forward to reading all about it!

P.S -

Sorry about the self pitying drivel. I just needed to get it off my chest. Clearly I am an ass-basket of epic proportions.

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