Ode to holiday boobs
Original poem – repeate but do not copy ;-)
Thanksgiving holiday whish:
May you find a nice dress,
May they not stare at your chest
May any food you might drop
fall in your lap and never your cleavage gap.
May the front ends stay clean
never in the soup...
One day I was at the hospital and I needed an echo of my heart.
The doctor was looking at my chest the whole time and suddely asked: "Where did you get that boob job?"
I was stunned, I asked him what he was talking about.
"They are very nice, but they can't be real...
breasts, was knowing that i have what many women pay thousands of dollars for, and mine are God given lol. but many ppl find it hard to believe that a woman could be so blessed in the chest naturally. one day, i was out to dinner and i went to the bathroom to wash my hands...
I have natural DD's and I happen to think they are just fine! The girls, along w/ my backside, are my favorite assets... *giggle* and I'm rather content.
(I think he is too if I'm not mistaken... *hehe*)
Big and beautiful! In high school I was ana, and my boobs were still gigantic, my friends were so jealous. Sometimes my back hurts, and it is hard to find bras that fit and are also comfy, but my boobs are part of me, and I love em!
I am a guy, so as much fun as they may be, I don't think that they would look too flattering on me. One time, I did get rather fat and I am sure that my boobies did begin to grow, but that's all taken care of now.