This morning I had an e-mail from one of my very best friends that due to geography I haven't seen in a few years.
She was wondering if I had gotten a boob job.
You see, I have spent most of my life being tormented by my "friends" about how flat chested I am. It isn't even that I am a late bloomer. It is just that after breastfeeding twins, gaining 40 pounds and buying a couple of Wonderbras I finally have some cleavage.
In fact, when I was at BlogHer one of my favorite BlogHers (I'll let her choose if she wishes to be named here or not) told me I had a "magnificent rack".
I have never been so flattered in my entire life.
Well, that isn't exactly true. One time a girl told me that she wished she were a man so that she could make love me to. THAT is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.
Anyway, as much as I find it fascinating that for the first time in my life men are talking to my chest I still want to lose the 40 extra pounds.
And I am going to do it.
But I sure am going to miss these breasts.
Possibly the picture she was asking about. Oh how I love that dress.
1 comment:
I'll still think of you as Chesti McBooberstein.
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