So it’s obvs been a busy time for me, I blinked and it’s July
and we have not chatted for ages. Doesn’t
mean that I have not been thinking about you all though, always in my mind you
lot. Makes it hard to get stuff done.
I wanted to discuss boobs today. We all have them – male or
female, we have them. And it seems that
everyone loves them – gay, straight, male or female, everyone seems to love my
boobs. Opps well therein lies the reason
I wanted to have this chat. I know that
we all love boobs, but does anyone else experience the level of attention that
I do?
Growing up, it was clear that I was going to have big
boobs. By the time I was 16 I had D cups
and found button up shirts a challenge.
Even when I was skinny, I still had boobs. They were just there. No matter how fit I was, they were still
there. I went to an all girl school and
obviously there were other girls there with big boobs, so mine did not stick
out. I got the occasional tits on sticks
remark, but didn’t really think much of it.
They got their fair share of attention in my 20’s (they once
stopped traffic! And I was not even topless), but wow, they are getting more
than their fair share in my 30’s. And it
seems to be a fairly universal event – my friends all seem to love them. It’s like they have a personality and
identity all of their own. I have one
friend who at some point every time she sees me – once a week – will just randomly
reach out and touch one. Once she even
gently ninja kicked one. I think that
this is funny, but can see that if you were watching this exchange that you
would think that it’s weird. Once she
even enticed another friend to brunch with the promise that they were now
bigger!
I like to link arms with my friends as we walk down the
street. I do this with both male and
female friends and have done so for a long time – mainly to keep warm in London. I have never thought anything of this, until
last year in Paris when I linked arms with a good friend… he proceeded to ask
me why I was using his arm to rub my boob.
Ummm what? I looked at him
horrified and then realised that due to the height difference that yes,
actually my boob was rubbing on his elbow.
I then looked horrified at my other very good friend, who I walk like
this with all the time and asked if this was the case with him. He reckons that he had never noticed. But now routinely asks for a boob rub,
whether it’s walking up the stairs or on the street – boob rubs happen.
All of that is fairly innocent – but then motorboats take it
to a whole new level. I have one friend
who used to run down the street to meet me and proceed to bury her face in my cleavage. Another friend would call us closeted. Nope we just loved each other and each others
boobs. One of my male friends whilst
talking to me in a pub, all of a sudden had his face in my cleavage – he was
lucky I didn’t spill my drink on him, I was so amazed. He then looked at me and just said ‘Sorry, I
just had to do that.’ And then walked
off. And left a group of stunned people
in his wake. I started laughing and
realised that this is just the effect that my boobs have on people.
I guess this is it.
Boobs are something that everyone can be positive about. I used to work in a lingerie store, where we
catered from D-L cup. A number of woman
felt that their boobs were a curse to them.
I like to think that by the time that I had fitted them into some
freaking gorgeous lingerie that they felt a bit better about them. We used to get people who wanted reductions
referred to us to ensure that it was not just a case of never having had the
right service. I used to joke about a
boob reduction once I had finished feeding my fictional kids. After having had a number of unboob related
surgeries over the last few years, I have changed my mind on that one. I love my boobs the way that they are. And clearly so does the world at large.
So answer me this – is it just me, or do you all get as much
attention for your beautiful boobs!
