Dear Twenty Something Girl I Heard Complaining About Her Small Boobs at the Big Y Yesterday,
I heard you talking, so I couldn’t help but check out your boobs.
Let me tell you, you have nothing to complain about. You have great boobs. And in 25 years, you will still have great boobs.
In high school the girls used to say that you were ready for a bra if you put a pencil under your boob and it stayed there. I easily passed that test.
But let me tell you, 25 years and a total of 37 months of breatfeeding later, I can now hold a small child under one of my boobs.
You, on the other hand, are in luck.
In 25 years, you may still be able to go braless. Without discomfort. Or embarrassment.
When the exterminator shows up 20 minutes early and you answer the door, braless and in a tank top, you won’t need to cross your arms over your chest and hold on for dear life.
When you go running, you won’t have to wear multiple sports bras at the same time.
When you put a bathing suit on, you won’t have to reach inside and manually pull your boobs up to their desired location.
When you go bra shopping, you won’t need to check out the bras with 3 (or more) clasps on the back and straps that look like they have maxipads attached to them.
When you are sitting at the computer at 5:00 in the morning, braless and in your pajamas and leaning over a little bit, you won’t pick up your boobs and rest them on top of the desk while you type.
When you are wearing pants with pockets in them, the pockets won’t serve as a place for you to put your keys, or… your boobs.
Nope. Ladies everywhere will look at your boobs and be jealous.
So you embrace those perky suckers, and find something else to worry about.
Love,
The (Really Jealous) Lady at the Big Y Who You Caught Staring at Your Boobs
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One of my favorite posts! As a somewhat well-endowed (and at an early age) chica, I particularly like the pencil test. I think I may have passed that test in about 3rd grade. This post made me LOL!!!! Love ya, Susie. You make life a little more tolerable…one blog post at a time.
Thank you Lisa 😉
Runs in the family, Susie. When we used to go to the Orient (nude) Beach in St. Martin with Smitty and Linda, I was always the one they sent to the bar to get drinks as with 4 cocktails in my hands, one needed a place to carry the money. I would always tuck the bills under the right boob and the currency under the left.
Well, now I know the best place to store all my valuables.
I was chastised by the hospital nurse for not wearing a nursing bra following my son’s delivery. She warned me that my breasts would droop and never be the same again. Really? Because I’m still an A.
Well then you stink, and I’m jealous of you too 😉