I am not the most well endowed girl in the world. In fact, I am a card-carrying memeber of the IBTC. It used to bother me. A lot.
Thankfully, growing up has also come with a healthy dose of body confidence. I now don’t give a damn about my breasts, or lack thereof. And thanks to miracles of science like the wonder-bra, I can still play in the big-leagues if I wanna.
In fact, on days like today, I am EXTRAORDINARILY GLAD that they’re proud, perky A cups. Because in this ridiculous heat, I can wear a racer-back v-necked shirt with NO BRA and not look completely indecent. In fact, I don’t look the least bit indecent at all. I look kindof like an 8-year-old boy from the waist up. And I’m not sweltering under an extra layer of fabric.
I think if you get close enough to my chest, you can even hear my boobs shouting…. ‘FREEEEEEEEEDOM!”
Yay for small boobs!
Posts like these are why I read blogs: funny, real, and intriguing all in one 🙂
Colour me jealous and sweltering under my three layers!
Small breasts are great!
1) save big $$ on bras
2) your boy’s sauve moves aren’t disrupted fumbling with hooks
3) No fear of saggage in old age
4) there often seems to be a correlation between breast & ass size….
Ya, you looked pretty comfortable yesterday at the Spelunking Club. Damn you.