I am sure that from the pictures I have posted you can not tell, but I have big boobs. In fact, they are too big. I often dream of having breast reduction surgery, but I made the mistake of watching it done and so I am forever traumatized with the images of what I saw. It wasn’t pretty.
My mom had it done… she looks amazing now and she says it worked out well for her. But, the moment I even begin considering it I instantly get flashbacks of the documentary. I wonder if they provide counseling for these kinds of issues. Well this one and my many others.
Anyway, the reason I am back considering it is because it is damn near impossible for me to even have a meal these days without half of it ending up on my chest or lost somewhere in my massive cleavage. It’s pretty damn annoying.
Drinking anything from a fast-food cup requires some kind of secret yoga/Kama Sutra move. I have to make sure to hold the cup high enough but avoid tilting it because tilting always leads to spillage, which never looks good when I am in public. And I never spill a little. It’s always some long stream of sticky whateverness running down and over the mounds.
Crumbs are also fun. They fall and land right there. They don’t drop to my pants or the floor. Nope, that would be too much to ask for. And whenever I am out, whoever I am with has the distinct pleasure of pointing out everything I have missed while trying to brush it off. Of course, there is also a science behind how to brush since the items are not falling straight down. I have to put a little force behind it to give the crumbs some momentum for the trip. Sometimes I have to do this crazy rubbing motion which can look really bad if seen by the wrong person. Hell, it can look bad even if seen by the right person.
A friend of the crumbs would have to be the sauces. Ketchup especially loves to leap out of food and directly onto my chest area. It must know it is damn near impossible to remove while out and about so I get to either: a) leave it there on display or b) create some massive wet spot so it looks like I had a mishap while breastfeeding.
My cleavage likes to engulf things too. Nothing is more fun than removing my bra at the end of a long day and going “oh, there’s that piece of popcorn!”
I honestly don’t get why women get huge implants. Seriously, it’s annoying having these things. Granted, in my youth it was sexy but after 27 they turned into nothing but mountains of trouble.




