I’m pretty sure I know more people who have had their lips, cheekbones, butt, boobies, calves, and more “done” than I can count on both hands. And although I don’t support this practice, I say, “To each his own.”
And I have to admit… tho many come out of it looking like an inside-out Picasso sculpture, some have recovered appearing healthier & more balanced out.
That said, what I find Ah-MUSING is when someone who has had something “done” complain they are starting to get attention *because* of their enhancement instead of who they are.
Good Lord – what do you expect when you suddenly go from an A/B cup to a triple D? Even I would be staring with wonder… and fighting hard not to reach out and give them a good squeeze. Oh, and I don’t want to hear you cryin’ about men not wanting to connect at soul level either… is that even possible anymore? I mean, maybe they do, but the distance between your mounds of power and your soul is just too great?
Seriously… if you’re gonna go big, do it with CONVICTION!
Instead of pulling the, “Ugh! My eyes are up HEEERE!” nonsense, hold them babies up and clearly declare, “YES! These are my monster breasts! Aren’t they Fabulous?! Would you like to take them out for a walk?”
Look… when I buy myself something new… like a pair of cute flip flops, I practically shove my feet under people’s eyelids because I love them and I’m proud!
And we’re talkin’ a $3 investment here. You on the other hand, paid good money for your purchase… so, for cryin’ out loud, take pride when people notice!
Alright, I gotta go take my underdeveloped self to get some grocery shopping done. But you can bet I’ll be out there doing my thang with CONVICTION.
If I can do it… so can you!