![]() September 2, 2000 | |||
Let me introduce you to a couple of my body parts. Here on the left is Ethel and here on the right is Esther.
Ethel and Esther have always shared a place on my chest together. When I was about 8, they started to develop beyond nipples on my chest. They became full-fledged boobies by the time I hit menarche at age 12. My mother used to comment on how lucky I was to have a chest and how she'd yearned to be "stacked." You see, my mother is a charter member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. I am a member of the Big-Breasted Broad Club. Apparently, I got my tits from my father's side of the familiy. Bizarre, ain't it? Ethel and Esther's size has always been problematic. Men tend to talk to them, rather than me. I've had men have entire conversations with those slutty tits of mine and totally ignore me. Dude, landing on them in sand while playing volleyball at the nudie beach just hurts. Not only are they everywhere I just was, but they rarely are anywhere I want to be. Finding bras that fit is a pain in the ass. I used to run into that with Russell, but what I am always a little embarrassed about is how ecstatic I am when I find a bra, particularly a nursing bra that fits, especially an off the shelf bra that fits. I found some at Sears. And then my boobies grew a cup size. And my final bitch with regards to their size: I sleep on my side and my back, massages are uncomfortable, and I can't comfortably lay on my stomach to put my feet in my husband's lap for a rub down. Now, lately, being that I not only nurse, but pump milk for my baby, I've had to spend a lot of time with my breasts. And I've discovered a few things about these twin sisters.
Sigh. I could be spending way too much time with my tits. I do know that they're saving me $25/week in formula and probably a fortune in medical bills. For those two savings, I am willing to fork out the cash for special order bras and am more than happy to introduce them to my friends. |