What shall I ramble about today, was the thought that crossed my mind as I sat here at my pc, then it hit me.
Well... not literally... but BOOBS! WTF? you ask? Well, I was sitting here and I reached out for a CD and screamed at the pain in my upper back, which brought me to my own arch nemesis....boobs.
The lady above has a very nice pair and, before I had children and my arse starting spreading, that's how big mine were, a nice manageable 38C. Wow, some of you might think, that's way bigger than mine, but I am naturally big busted, they went from a training bra to a 38B practically overnight, so when they settled at a 38C I was more than happy with that. But then came the children and the fast food and the faster food and they got a little bigger, then a little bigger which, although my husband didn't complain... I started to.
Now they're more like this, which some of you men out there might go woo hoo to, but keep it to yourself. It's moronic and demeaning and any man that talks to my boobs instead of my face gets a swift smack upside the head. Unfortunately, mine don't sit quite as pert as the lovely lady's above, not unless I want to pay a ridiculous amount for a bra that only I and my children will see.
The main thing men, and women who have smaller boobs don't understand is the upper back pain, the permanent strap marks from them biting into the flesh of your shoulders, and the permanent dent beneath them from the underwire that practically cuts you in half. Not to mention the upper chest pain in the band of muscles across your chest and just the sheer frustration that carrying this excess baggage can create.
I now most men think the bigger the better, way hay!
But is this really better? For Who?
Big boobs? I'm telling you....you can keep 'em.