When I was little I would put on my black leotard and stuff the chest of it with rolled up socks or oranges and act like I had boobs. #becarefulwhatyouwishfor I distinctly remember going to the laundromat with my mom and her good friend, Cindy, when I was 7 or 8. While they talked … Continue reading On Transitions or “Good-bye Big Boobs!”
I'm so sorry this post didn't get up on time. I had every intention of getting it posted last night, but something happened... You can't really see it, but that is where I ate shit on the tennis court last night. I went for a low ball and as I was sprinting towards it I … Continue reading Daily Blog Challenge: Day 12 – If you could have lunch with one person, who would it be?
I didn't realize how angry and objectified comments about my boobs made me feel until I started writing about it. Them. It's like I have unleashed a lifetime of anger about it. Since I started getting boobs my sophomore year of high school (I was a late bloomer), I've been getting unwanted attention from people … Continue reading Day 6: Final Reflections on the Subject of My Big Boobs
Yesterday I told you I have big boobs. If you know me you have seen them. And, judging by the comments I have gotten so far, the chances are pretty good that if you are a woman friend of mine you have big boobs too. #sorry #feelyourpain As I was writing yesterday's post I began … Continue reading Fearless Writing Day 5: Where I Rant and Make Crass Comparisons
Boobs. Jugs. Titties. Tatas. Chi-chis. Dirty Pillows. I got 'em. Size H. H as in Holy Shit, I said to my doctor. He laughed. I wasn't sure if I was happy he joined in the joke or offended. Which is basically how I feel about my boobs most of the time. Things I've heard said … Continue reading Fearless Writing, Day 4: I Have Big Boobs