GETTING THINGS OFF MY CHEST - BLACK & WHITE AND READ

1. GETTING THINGS OFF MY CHEST

2. GETTING THINGS OFF MY CHEST A Few Rants, Raves, and Recommendations for Living Life with Large Breasts By Melissa J Bed For most of my life, I’ve had enormous, pillowy-like, seemingly buoyant, attention grabbing breasts. My arrogance for giving the best hugs has no bounds. I can still cleavage my way out of a speeding ticket under the right set of circumstances. And while my common-law husband was certainly first drawn to me in part by my sparkling personality, he’s also a self-proclaimed tit man who had once upon a time, swiped me right accordingly. Before you tell me how lucky I am, you should know that my relationship with my chest is a complicated one and while there’s a blessing here, there’s also a curse. A big one. Two big ones really – that pose problems and challenges to many walks of life, including physical fitness. Allow me to share a brief backstory. By 13, my A-cups gave my early-sprouting friends extra ammunition to mercilessly tease me for being flat-chested. By 14, when puberty finally arrived and pummeled through my hormones like a category 5 cyclone, my full C-cups made those catty bitches eat their words. Victory prevailed of course, but perhaps only temporarily. By 15, things took a slightly different, more radical turn, and with DD-cups to tow around that also threw the perception of my age bracket for a loop, I was routinely mistaken for a substitute teacher. By 25, with my G-cups strapped to my body like two far-too-heavy-kettlebells, and after 10+ years of unwanted cat calls, unsolicited stares, failed dress shopping experiences, and declining posture, I finally made the bold decision to undergo a breast reduction. Boobs be dammed! The curses outweighed the blessings and I was done with them once and for all! WWW.BLACKWHITEREADALLOVER.NET