Minimizing at the Market (Mammary Memoirs)

Packing the girls into 2 sports bras, and a minimizer, that would've fit 2 months ago, and seeing this much of me overwhelming the cups... in a supermarket I've never been to? I would've felt more comfortable in a lions den.

But this is my reality when I choose to go on a trip. Air BnB in a state up north I'd never been to. The trip was, amazing, overwhelming, cute, and exhausting.

Day One:

The Drive.

A long long drive. My body isn't built for long sriv a anymore. My partner drive the entire time but even in the passenger seat I'm crowded by my own body at this point. My shoulders and back lurching forward for hours. I end up literally holding them with my arms crossed just to take their enormous weight off my lil body. Annoying, but manageable.

At least I brought enough snacks.... Which end up making crumbs all over the tiddies... Which I don't notice and then my partner calls me a slob. I feel like blobs, but am a slob? Idk

We drove through some mountains and I could feel the pressure in my ears change....but also in my breasts. This was an odd sensation I can't say I was ready for.

As we peaked I could feel the boobies shifting and....idk, changing, similar to how your nasal cavities shift during a flight ....but inside the abundant glandular tissue of my chest.

Idk if it's advisable to bring my body through sudden pressure changes, but I also don't wanna live my life inside so ... Onward and upward!

Once we actually got to the cabin i was so tired, but relieved. I could've fallen asleep right there, but it was dark, and we needed to move things inside.

My shoulders are already in shambles so adding to my normal burden is something I do only at the gym normally, so I brought in only the snack bag. Was kinda hot watching my partner lugg in all the bags of stuff I realized on day 2 I didn't really need. Way over packed. The one thing I forgot in my ADHD and sugar fueled packing, a bulky jacket.

 Sweatshirt, check. Sports bras, check. Something to camouflage my condition? At home, pining to be wrapped around my sumptuous chest and create a diversion.

Instead, I brought comfort clothes. T shirts I thought were oversized but recently have been feeling like a second skin. Seemingly put on specifically to highlight how much I've outgrown my brassieres, but I promise you it's incidental and not suggested. The night went well though.

We fell asleep on a California king and I realized just how much more room my chest has been taking up on my queen sized bed at home. Might be time to upgrade. I'm as shocked as y'all are at the fact that my BOOBS are affecting my BED. This shouldn't happen, but, what am I gonna do?

I have learned to build little pillow forts around them. Harness and strategically fence them in. Much easier with the wide open range of a california king and all the excess pillows of an air BNB. I was in heaven. When I fell asleep I actually forgot about the Tiddz, if only for a minute.

Day Two (final day) :

The morning brought a ride to a cute little hipster cafe and all the attention I've learned to ignore. Layering a sweatshirt around my jiggly prizes has become more than the norm, essentially a must if I don't wanna have to keep up my six sense for little conversational turns from strangers about my "situations."

I ate the biggest and most delicious sticky bun I've ever had in my life. Regretted the massive calorie bomb instantly after it was in me but felt it was okay while on a little vacay. Been on more vacay recently though but, I'll do some extra time on the elliptical when we get back (or so I say every time lol)

Next we relaxed and listened to music while my partner wrote a Dungeons and Dragons campaign. I painted a little and felt very content in my own little world. My tummy began groaning and I petitioned for a grocery run since we are trying to save money and not go to restaurants rn.

We found some local places on Google maps and set out. Felt like adventure. I joked with him that if we came up on some goblins he is going to have to be the one to fight. I'm not as mobile as I once was and I was delicate to begin with. Onward.

The market was so small compared to what in use to. Like 5 or 6 aisles. I'm use to whole foods with easily 17, could be 100 for all I know. I typically look down these days and try not to notice the eyes on me.

This market definitely had its eyes on me. It's already pretty bad where I live, in society, lol, but out here in the sticks it was shocking just how open people were with their gawking.

In the meat section a young man stopped what he was doing and walked wide circles around us, pretending to do something I couldn't figure out.

I know I've grown a bit (a lot 🫠) in the last 2 weeks, but his stares made me feel like I was on exhibit. My breasts two medical mysteries at the center of a tent. My eyes and face, my mouth even, a mere necessity to feed the true stars of the show. Why was he treating me like 2 squishy pieces of meat he could pack into the display?!

I'd forgotten my sweatshirt. It was warmer as the day went on and I'd forgotten my damn sweatshirt! It wasn't hiding much I thought but...I guess more than I knew.

A woman in the frozen section was even more daring, asking me if we were visiting, and staring at my chest 70% of the time she was speaking with me. She was speaking with my chest but my head needed to answer. Felt odd since I spend most of my time with my partner who is so use to them.

I took a little selfie for the patreon (above) since I knew I hadn't written anything in a bit and Im so seldom out in public like this. The one good thing that came out of this experience besides the shopping.

We got the food we needed (steak, asparagus, and potatoes) and tried to get out without any more conversation, but a women in line wouldn't allow that.

My partner has a sixth sense for when I'm feeling boob based discomfort from attention so he tries to shield me, but the cashier stared, the women in front of us looked back at me, and the woman behind us commented

 "Y'all new in town? I haven't seen ya before and Id DEFINITELY remember her" pointing her eyes down at my breasts.

He answered for me, but I couldn't even hear. I probably blushed beat red, and I became frozen. It's a response of mine I wish I could change but, when people talk to me about my breasts, or acknowledge them in public, I become paralyzed and just comply with their conversational demands. Answering whatever they ask, just trying to be polite so they'll move on. Luckily my partner is a bit more confrontational.

We got out to the car and I felt relief and shame. The food at my feet, my stupid boobs taking up too much of my torso to keep them up there with me. I ran circles in my head for the next hour about how I should've responded to her.

"Yeah, I don't think I'd remember you"

Or

"Yeah we won't be here long"

"STOP STARING AT MY BOOBS YOU FREAK!"

I might have over thought her words, but she doesn't know how often I'm faced with breast focused conversation that I didn't sign up for. Times like this I seriously consider the reduction.

But I also thought about how she would become the villain in my blog post and, in the moment I realized I could write about her, I felt some relief.

When we got back I meditated a bit, and did some stimming. My weird noisy little stim, then we cooked the steaks. I had a panic attack about whether or not bears know how to open doors, and enjoyed our night before driving back home early the next morning.

The moral of the story is that I'm not always going to be able to control my surroundings, what I'm wearing, or who sees me, but I can control how I react to it, and that's not the easy, but it's worth it to try.

That woman didn't know what she did was wrong, and it doesn't make it right, but I forgive her. And I wanna work on forgiving people in general. Even myself.

I often fall into shame around my breasts. My bras are feeling the booby bloat more than ever and I end up somehow blaming myself for their growth .. like I did something wrong to deserve them.

Stretching the limits of even my most faithful bras is NOT my fault. It's hormonal, or weight, idk all the time, but it's okay for me to be me. Even if some small town hicks don't know what to do when they see me jiggling down some stairs.

Lol.

Dealing with stairs and stares ... Walking up a pair of stairs causes people to stare at my pair. 😅😮‍💨

 Alright let's end this blog. Hope y'all enjoy.

-Plushy 🎃🎃