Oh Journal. What a week.
Monday started off brilliantly – I passed my driving test!
I know, finally! Right?! To be honest, I was sure that I’d done enough to fail but the examiner was so lovely. She probably overlooked a few things, like:
- Turn left way too wide
- Stopping last minute at a traffic light and protruding past the line
- Signalling very late when going round a roundabout
- Changing straight from first gear into third gear
- Cutting across two lanes
- Driving into a restricted area (this one wasn’t entirely my fault though)
I know, my road sins were plenty but I think this makes up for all the times I shouldn’t have failed but did. I’ve had better tests than this one but I guess this is compensation for my last test which should have been passed. Woot woot!
I’m on a new body experimentation journey. It’s nothing I haven’t done before but I’m attempting it again with one variable changed: my age.
Back when I was in my early 20s, like around 22/23, through meditation and repetitive affirmations, I managed to increase my breasts six bra sizes over the course of a year. However, this could have been a fluke and I may have just been a late bloomer. However, now that I’m nearing 26 and puberty is a million miles away I want to see if what I achieved was a case of mind power or if puberty reared it’s ugly head a bit late.
That being said, my breasts have grown! Over the past few days, the bra that I’ve been wearing since my last boob growth spurt no longer fits me! My breasts overflow in them and I think for sure that I can influence my body using only mind.
I’ve tried other sorts of crazy body manipulation, mostly with my boobs because they’re the easiest for me to control. I’ve induced lactation to a point where I’ve had lots of milk squirting out when my breasts were squeezed – I did have help with it in the form of consumables, but it was the speed in which I induced. Within a week I’d be producing a lot of milk and a lot of it came from mental imagery and the ability to tell my body exactly it is I wanted.
This time I’m aiming for a five to six bra size increase. I like doing it when I have period boobs because I’m already producing a lot of oestrogen so close to my period and since my boobs hurt anyway it gives my mind somewhere and something tangible to focus on.
One cup size down (maybe two), four to go.
I took my bra off at work because;
- My bra doesn’t fit me anymore and my boobs weren’t sitting in them in a way that looked nice
- I need to give my breasts room to grow without constraints
I am wearing a baggy shirt on top of a t-shirt on top of a vest top so nothing’s really showing, but I need to figure out how to keep some decorum at work.
The telephone interview I had yesterday for that big broking company didn’t go very well. I knew it didn’t on the day but I got a call back today saying I was unsuccessful because I didn’t have enough software development knowledge, which is fair enough. I just hope I have enough knowledge on Friday for my interview at the start up.