There are very few times when I'll post journals like this, but this is a very distressing thing that makes me VERY self-conscious and long for the day when I can afford damn good cosmetic surgery.

All right, I'm sure some of you who exclusively from DA can barely tell, but I am, well, what you call "well-endowed." That is, I'm of a large breast size. And I usually don't mind, save for them getting in the way. Now, normally, I don't mind people looking me up and down in that appreciative fashion--I normally welcome it from people my own age, male or female, because it's nice to know that, despite how big I am, there's someone out there who thinks I look good.

What I do mind is when that person is old enough to be either my father, or my grandfather. That is a no-no.

Tonight, I was waiting for the elevator up to my astronomy class. There, waiting with me, was an old man who could be my grandfather. He looked me up and down, and I felt uncomfortable. But I was stuck on the elevator with him, where he gave me the same look. Multiple. Times.

He didn't give the other girl the same look, no. And she was pleasantly slim, and rather pretty. He just looked at me.

This is almost as bad as the time, at church, that I caught a guy staring at my breasts from across the table in our age group's meeting room. Mom wouldn't let me shift so I could have them hidden, either, she thought I was going to sleep, and I was too uncomfortable to out him right there. So I dealt with it.

I just needed to get this off my chest, no pun intended. It's really distressing, and makes me long for the day when I'm a well-off author who can afford a damn good breast reduction.