you ever helplessly watch all your progress start slipping through your fingers because you're getting worse again but you don't know how to tell anyone or ask for help? haha me neither.
seeing the people around me in relationships reminds me that i'm almost 20 years old and have never been on a date. it always fills me with this deep loneliness, this cold isolation. doomed to stay on the outside forever looking in at what i can't have.
it's almost impossible for me to find a bra in my size and when i do it's never less than $60 which is extremely frustrating. maybe i'm just not looking hard enough or something but this shit is getting ridiculous. i don't even want these milk bags fr.
does this binder work as intended? no. does it hold the milk bags in place better than the bras i have? yes. are my ribs going to survive this? probably not.
snap brought up this video from five months ago and the difference is wild. i've gotten so much faster and the stitches are way neater. i've gained a lot more confidence. it's nice. it's satisfying to have made visible progress.