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Big Boobies

Now then, apparently the English ladies’ breasts are getting bigger.  So says an article recently, which I cannot for the life of me remember where I read  – Observer?  Anyway, the gist of the story is that once we were a B cup, now we are a D – and it has nought to do with fakeries either.  Obesity! you shout. Apparently not.   We are just better nourished now and can reach our full potential.  Oh er!   What happens in 50 years time when we are super nourished and fall over because our boobies are a size Z?  It has to happen in the scheme of things.  Have a little pause here just to imagine it :)  ……….

Mr S came around the other day and said of mine  ‘They are massive!’  ‘No they are not!’  I say almost defensively and a little embarassed. Why?  Why am I embarassed?  I’ll tell you why.  When you are growing up, you dont want anything that makes you stand out, you just want to morph into a big pool of teenage friends, like paint does when you put several colours in together.  Different but the same. Does that make sense?  When boys shout crude things at you when you are 12, 13, 14 you hate it.  I hated it. I hated my boobs for years because of that.

I love them now – of course :)  Girls pay a lot of money to have their boobs the same size as mine, and men, well they like them for sure  :)  So no complaints,  no, not now, I like them very much. I call them the twins. So I dont know why I came over all coy.  Some old reactions take a while to conquer.  Next time I will say  ‘Yes they are, and thank you kindly!’  (Oh and by the way, yes that pic is of mine,  its an old one – about 4 years ago)