Boobs

I’m having a particularly good boob day. Most days I hate my body, like most girls who have grown up our vain society. But for some reason (tight red sweater) I love my boobs today. I have large breasts. My mother gave them to me. In fifth grade, I was pulled aside and told I needed to wear a bra. It was humiliating at the time but now I’ve come to the conclusion that they aren’t so bad. I keep catching myself in the mirror today and I keep thinking "damn, those look nice." Ask me tomorrow and I’ll tell you I hate them. They are a huge pain in the ass and back, and neck, and shoulders. I’m not a skinny girl, I’d catagorize myself as plump. Pleasantly plump. Having large breasts make you look bigger. Also it’s the first area I gain weight and I have to tell you they do not make cute bras once you pass DD, and even worse I cannot find a bra for under $50. Victoria Secret even stops making bras at 40DD. To me it seems like they were just like Fuck it! Those girls don’t need cute bras, they have giant tits! Just for once in my life I’d like to go braless. I bet it’s so nice. I bet you can fit into clothes better too! I guess I’ll never know because even if I lose enough weight to actually be skinny, I’ll still have these two bowling balls attached to my sternum. Sometimes I forget they’re there and then I catch people (men) staring. Then I feel really embarrassed because I’m not a got it flaunt it type, I keep them covered and tucked away. But today I’m proud damn it!