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Features & Bonus Boob Story ;)

Can you believe the week’s almost over? I hope you have more exciting plans than we do – cleaning up the back garden and packing. I can hardly wait. Oh hey, did you want to join PLAY, my new mini quilt competiton? Details here.

Ok, so I promised you a boob story. A couple years into puberty, my boobs grew to be ginormous. I hated them, always. I got teased, and plus they made me look fatter even at times when I really wasn’t. I always wanted to get a breast reduction, but it’s not like they’re free, are they?

Anyway, I knew they were big, but one day I went to Bradbeers (the local dept store) and got professionally fitted for a bra. Unlike most services that measure you in the bra you’re wearing (which just tells you the cup size of the bra, not whether you fit in it or not), the Bradbeers lady knew what she was doing, and I walked out of there horrified that I was a 36F. An F, people. No one wants to be an F. F stands for Fail. So I went to the GP, who sent me to the surgeon, who warned me I might get scars. Who cares? They’d be smaller! Just the chiropractor bills alone testified to the damage they were doing. So I got on the list and eventually got a date.

Back then Savi was about 4, and in the bath one night, I attempted to prepare her for Mummy’s surgery, that I’d be in hospital, that I’d be sore, blah blah blah.

Me: Honey, I’m going to go into hospital for a couple of days because I’m having surgery. The doctor is going to make my boobs smaller.

Savi (clearly scandalised): Doctors can’t do that! No one can!

Me: Yes, they can. They make it so I’m asleep and can’t feel it, then they do an operation and make my boobs smaller.

Savi: No. That’s not possible.

We went back and forth for a while, me trying to convince her it was possible, Savi adamant that I was clearly shrooming. Finally:

Me: Fine, Savannah. They can’t do it, you’re right. Whatever.

Savi (as I stand up to get out of the tub): Maybe they can do something about your butt, too.

Isn’t she sweet?

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18 thoughts on “Features & Bonus Boob Story ;)

  1. Kids are just so kind with their ‘compliments’ aren’t they? My son usually says things like that in a very loud voice when we are in public!

    Have a great weekend. x

  2. As a fellow uber-well-endowed person, I can sympathise. Breast reduction is on the cards once my smallest has weaned. Great story, thanks for the giggle!

  3. Ahhh, kids! They say the sweetest things! I’d rather look at my 38Fs as FANTASTIC, LOL, they might not be my ideal choice, but luckily I haven’t suffered from any back pain, which at only 5’1″ is surprising.

  4. Ok, as you know, not much has been funny in my life lately, so I am not going to lie when I say that this gave me a really good giggle. Out of the mouth’s of babes – who clearly have zero filtering ability! By the way, after Anne was born I was a 38GG, thank God breast feeding solved that problem for me!

  5. Bless… πŸ˜‰ Now if ‘F’ is for Fail what is ‘G’ for? I think probably Ginormous *sigh* Still, at least markies has started selling bras up to that size now, so I’m not bankrupted by the ‘exclusive’ places that think because you’re big you must want to be swaddled in itchy lace…

  6. Heehee! Kids! Boobage doesn’t run in my family, as can be evidenced by when I was a wee lass and called my mother’s brassiere a “mole hat”. Obviously I was not impressed by her size. πŸ™‚

  7. That made me giggle!

    My oldest when I was pregers with my daughter ( I WAS HUGE) used to walk in front of me saying loudly, “Lookout, wide load coming through, outa the way outa the way, wide load, wide load coming through!” He was 5. Good thing he was so cute or I’d have killed him.

  8. I always wondered who got my share of boobs, now I know! I was not quite a double A for years and even now I am bigger (fat!) I still only have a pair of Bs. I don’t envy you though as my best mate was DD in her teens and I saw the pain she weren’t though. Totally love Savi’s comment on your butt… kids are so good for out ego, not!

  9. Bahahahahahahahaha! I’ve been saving this post up in my reader because I knew it would be a good one and I didn’t want to miss it. Aren’t kids just so candid?!

  10. Bahaha! That’s just too much! You are awesome for sharing!

    I was always hating the size of my breasts until I got fitted at a store like this. And then bras fit! I was almost shocked that a bra could fit me! So now I just deal with the size and know that I have better fitting bras that 90% of my girfriends.

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