tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939915290794973654.post1510125955723464612..comments2024-03-08T14:23:31.503-05:00Comments on A Puff of Absurdity: Now I'm Trendy, DammitMarie Snyderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13872774009526266579noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939915290794973654.post-9138007527353562142016-11-01T20:55:40.548-04:002016-11-01T20:55:40.548-04:00That's awesome! My mom always wore a prostheti...That's awesome! My mom always wore a prosthetic. She had a special bathing suit with a pocket. But she didn't care about having facial hair. It's curious where that pressure to conform is felt and where it's easier to ignore, and when there's a need to have all the right body parts in order to feel complete and whole and <i>yourself</i>. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to it. Marie Snyderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13872774009526266579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5939915290794973654.post-35979357925112851592016-11-01T19:36:17.938-04:002016-11-01T19:36:17.938-04:00My mom has been rocking no boobs for over 20 years...My mom has been rocking no boobs for over 20 years. She had to have been a triple D. Tons of fat had she wanted to rebuild. She did not. She was thrilled not to be carrying around the extra weight. On the beach she wore bathing suits and gave zero fucks about anyone looking at her askance. I was pretty proud of her.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08263982456001860441noreply@blogger.com