30 Something
I'm in my 30s. Mid-ish. I got to tell you, I have always had nice breasts. Iknooooow! What kind of post is this??? Trust me, I have a point. I have just spent 30min trying to take a new picture for my profile on Facebook, and all my photos have cleavage. No matter how hard I tried, still there. I got so fucking frustrated. WHAT KIND OF MESSAGE AM I TRYING TO SEND??? Stupid. I got to thinking though. At what point do i get to just acknowledge that I have large breasts and they just exist? When do I get to stop feeling the need to hide them, or APOLOGIZE for their existence? Soon enough they'll be flaccid fat sacks. I have dear friend with breast cancer. I won't talk about her story, it's not mine to tell, but it's been on my mind. Not just because I love her very much [which I do], but also because I'm a selfish twatwaffle and I'm afraid for her and I'm afraid for myself. I'm afraid to get old, too. I'm scared of when everything starts to go. W...