The ramblings of a very tired C cup

At first it was just something I’d look at online occasionally, but now I find myself imagining what it would actually be like if my own chest kept getting bigger and bigger. And the weird thing is part of me really wants that. Like the idea of it happening to me feels exciting in a way I don’t totally understand.

But another part of me feels kind of anxious about it too.

Sometimes I start thinking about the practical side of it and it spirals. Like what would people think if my body just kept changing like that? What would I even say to my family if they noticed? I already feel self-conscious about my body sometimes, so the idea of drawing even more attention to it is kind of terrifying

I guess part of me also thinks people fixate on things all the time. Some people get really into working out or skincare or changing their hair or whatever makes them feel better about themselves. Maybe this is just my version of that. Like maybe wanting my chest to be bigger is just the thing my brain decided would make me feel more confident or happier in my body. I don’t know if that makes sense, but that’s kind of how I’ve been trying to think about it.

I’m too nervous to talk to people about it on like any kind of forum and sometimes just rambling helps me. The only reason I’m even posting this is I am ✨toasted✨