I hate my boobs. I love my boobs.
I don't not want them. They are great sometimes - like in a really low cut dress. They can pretty much stop traffic some nights.
But they drive me nuts.
I am already, officially, even in Banana Republic sizes, NOT SMALL. But things that should fit *do not fit* and it's mostly because of the jugs (I have to give the backfat a little love here too.)
woe woe woe. Big boobs is such a problem, yes? Dolly Parton. Pam Anderson. Holly Madison. I mean, clearly my career success is based on my boobs. But what a pain they are.
On the flip side, when I am skinny the boobs DEFLATE - like into a puddle of skin, like pick them up as you would a kitten, by the scruff of the neck.
As I have been losing my weight again (what? doesn't everyone gain 40 pounds each fall?) I am watching the girls slowly slide away, towards the ground.