The question of breasts
I wasn’t ready for this one. For two days now, someone inside is feeling very awkward about wearing my breasts. They haven’t identified themselves, but I’m thinking it’s one of the littles, the young male protector, or someone I haven’t yet met. Possibly even the persecutor, who has been very busy for a couple of weeks keeping me from sleep.
So it’s not like I can pop my breasts off or something. This is contributing to the severe insomnia I’ve been experiencing (which put me inpatient last month). They aren’t large. I guess I could flatten them with a sports bra, but I don’t think it’s how they look that is the problem. I think it’s just having them. I can feel the part being aware of them. It’s weird.
Any insights?