Willard wrote:
@Erisad: Well opinions vary, I know, but seriously, when I was growing up there was a phrase tossed around that went '
more than a mouthful's wasted anyway' - I always felt that's true. The media image that a woman's breasts need to be at least as big as her head is ridiculous. That may work in the comic books, but in real life its impractical - if they're fake,
they look fake 
, and if they're not, they're gonna be bouncing off your knees by the time you're forty and that's not attractive, either, not to mention what it does to your back.
I just think that's another stereotype that only appeals to meatheads who are easily brainwashed. I've never seen a guy whose intelligence I respected drool over huge breasts. So consider
what type of guy you'd be attracting with that particular feature. Concentrate on dealing with the weight issue to make your proportions balance. I know its difficult and frustrating, but I also know it can be done, if you just don't get impatient and lose sight of the goal - it does take time. I had to start the process and fall off the wagon several times before I got so mad at myself I decided I was going to by god lose the weight even if it killed me, but I finally did it - and changed the way I think about food forever, because I never wanted to have to go through that struggle again.
I know. It's also a pain because I live with my grandmother who is hellbent on eating the most fatty foods possible. When she cooks one meal, I feel like I gain 5 pounds from a small portion. Luckily, she's only home for meal times on the weekends so I cook most of the week. Hopefully, I'll make sufficient progress during my last year of college. Otherwise, I'll have to wait until she dies in order to lose weight and keep it off. She gets mad when I cook healthy foods. I tell her, "Do you want to live to see me get married one day or not?" Then she gets quiet. It's probably a harsh thing to say to a 66 year old but it's frustrating. D:
I'm not blaming her but she does add an obstacle to an already lofty goal. In order to get back to 140 pounds, where I was at age 16, I need to lose 100 pounds. It'll take a long time and I get frustrated every time she asks for us to go to McDonald's or to go get ice cream. I. Don't. Want. It. I stay home most of the time and make myself something else and then she gets mad because I don't want to spend time with them. Of course I don't! They're a pain in my fat ass.
Sorry for bitching, I needed to get that off of my chest. Not like I can rant on Facebook anymore since my mother joined it. :/