Am I that simple?

Lately it feels like all people think about when they see me is boobs. It's not just weirdos, but my friends and family too!

I have a few different social media sites. Facebook is for my family and friends and others are to let me feel free to be myself without worrying what other people think. I try not to say certain things on Facebook like my "dirty laundry." I guess my blog is my clothesline (I think I'm funny). On the other sites, I get messages saying I'm cute and beautiful and compliments like that. It feels nice to get the attention because I'm not getting it anywhere else. When people view my profile and then message me, they just want to know my bra size of want me to hook up with them. I can't help the fact that I grew the way that I did. Just because I have this body doesn't mean that all I want is sex.

Now to the friends and family rant. It's not uncommon in my house or group of friends to talk about my boobs. "They're abnormally large for my body" and "are the first thing to enter a room for twenty minutes. Then the rest of me enters." There are also a variety of nicknames: watermelons, pumpkin tits, the mayor of Dolly Parton town. This is an everyday kind of thing.

Today, the talk went a little too far, or I'm just over thinking it. Either option is a possibility. I was told that I had the body and boobs to work at Hooters. I took it as that's all I'm good for: boobs. I don't have the brain to do anything with my life. I'm sure it wasn't intended like that, but that's how people make me feel lately. It seems like all anyone wants to do is make me feel like an idiot. I'd love to sit around and cry about it but what's the use? Not only would no one know, but that won't help me at all. I'm just going to have to prove them wrong.

The picture makes me feel good every time I read it. It gives me hope. Just saying. :)