Dunno about you, but I’m still here rocking my own little world ;D
As you know if you read this blog on a regular basis, I do sometimes talk about my breasts. I call them that, ‘cos somehow I don’t think they’re big enough to qualify as boobs; maybe it’s the double ‘o’ in the word itself that makes me feel that. Maybe I’ve got bobs! Still, it amuses me no end that small and cute as they are (trust me on that one!) they can still create controversy. Shall I tell ‘e why? Be prepared to be shocked. Sit ye down and I shall reveal all…
I DO NOT WEAR A BRA
Bobs!
It’s ok, you can pick yourself up now. I cannot believe how many people are shocked by this (mostly women). In fact I was asked only yesterday “but don’t your nipples show?”. I lifted up my jumper and said “you tell me”. “Well actually, that’s quite a see-through t-shirt you’ve got on there”. Do I care? No I don’t, ‘cos funnily enough I think most of the human race have nipples. And I like mine almost as much as I like my legs (from the knees down you understand).
I remember at the tender age of about 15 my mother called me disgusting because I hadn’t put a bra in the laundry for weeks. I retorted “that’s ‘cos I don’t wear them”. I can still recall the look on her face today; it was so much more satisfying than rebelling by dying my hair pink. And at the age of forty-something my age I’m extremely pleased to report that my gorgeous bobs are still perky and not in need of any uncomfortable and rather pointless (excuse the pun) scaffolding. So if you’re ever lucky enough to see me flash my t-shirt (summer’s on it’s way), be prepared and bring your smelling salts.
How did you survive Boobquake day?
Well you’ve definately gone up a couple of points on my Richter scale lol
Cheeky!
I would hurt myself if I didn’t wear a bra. I wish I had perky boobs. And small nipples. Sigh.
My aunty didn’t ever wear bras until a few years ago. She got into her 50s and finally succumbed.
Your aunty had the right idea – maybe it’s us that causes the earth to quake!