I’m late 30s often feeling like a young kid here lol I say that not to insult at all but at my age it’s been tough to deal with the fact my body is contrary to my efforts continued to grow here and there. I’ve yet to develope the i don’t care mentality and believe that may be due to not having total freedom in wearing a bra such as round family and friends. But as they’ve grown I have gotten more comfortable with the subject if it were to be presented or brought up. I also have more of a Gambino than Barbie attitude toward things lol which helps. I do think with age just comes comfort in the ins and outs of life and changes that come with it. Circumstances may alter the comfort of it but it builds and gets better regardless
I get where your at. I've got 30 years on you and although it's easier for me, It's far from accepted by many in my circle. I still tone things down when with them. Often to me being uncomfortable only to make them comfortable. Strange it has to be that way, yet I'm willing to do it for their benefit. Is that a cop-out? I would argue not. Their unwillingness to learn and see things as most normal caring people would makes me feel even better for being the caring one. I think it's very possible you will be like me. Feeling good inside, living most days unaware of others taking a sideways glance yet caring enough about those we love to be "uncomfortable", toning things down at our expense, for their benefit.
I can live with that.
I hope things will get better for you.
Cheers Mate
Things have changed enough as of late that many things seen as taboo are slowly being accepted.
A friend of mine from 30 years ago contacted me and needed some help on something. We got to talking and "catching up", and my current status as "girl'mode" was discussed.
She of course knew me in boy-mode prior, but knew something was different back then. Even her boyfriend used to call me culon (big a$$) and I was skinny. I always wore baggy shirts and layers.
I didn't date much and kept to myself.
She asked for recent pictures and said, "damn girl, you have birthing hips and a hell of a rack!"
She said I look so much better NOT hiding what God blessed me with.
Just a few decades ago finding someone that would understand was next to impossible, now I find people everyday. It's not everyone, but it's getting better.
And if they don't like it, does their opinion really matter at the end of the day?