On facebook just now, I was getting told by a friend that she could not stop staring at my cleavage in this photo. She said she was in awe of my boobs. I pointed out that although they are pretty to look at, they are rather heavy and something of a hindrance when doing...most things really. This made me remember how my woman is constantly ranting on about how heavy they are to hold.
About two weeks ago my parents were selling off some of my step-nans wares to move her into a smaller abode. There were some gorgeous old yellow kitchen scales there that I simply had to have.
This conversation with H made my light-bulb flicker (it doesn't light up anymore, it just flickers due to lack of use). I dug out these scales, lifted my shirt and flopped a single boob onto the scale. Just under a pound and a half. The other. Just on a pound and a half. Break out the online pound-to-kilo converter and shazam...I realise I have nearly a kilo and a half of fat hanging off my chest. That sounds so much nastier than 'oh yeah, I have a set of double dees'.
No wonder they feel so good when I hold them up with my hands.
Anyone want to be my personal boob-holder?
NB. The photo was taken by Rachel Mia of Matchless Snapshots.
I'm a little nutty. Always overthinking. Totally unsure. In love with words, roller derby and pinup girls. Strict vegetarian, not quite strong enough for veganism. I like to tap my feet to tunes and ponder the words I'll never write down. I question too much and tend to forget how short life is. I think snuggles in bed on a rainy day beats doing anything else, ever. I think Autumn is the best season. I collect rubber duckies and have an addiction to buying books. There is much more to know, however it is all just as tedious as this has been...so... ENDx