Suerte que mis pechos sean pequeños...

[blodeuedd]

Ah, vino, how I love thee, let me count the ways...

I feel compelled to share a pet peeve of mine about belonging to the fairer sex, namely the jiggle factor. It's not a question of getting a better bra; no matter how good a sports bra you have, if you bounce around enough (while doing aerobics, for instance) there will be movement. What goes up must come down and all that. I can only imagine what women with bigger breasts than mine go through. I can go braless if I want to, or if my clothing requires it, without much discomfort, and I feel for those who can't.

That's one reason why I find the whole concept of breast implants (except for those who are absolutely, totally flat-chested and for those who've undergone a mastectomy) ridiculous. The other reason is that I find plastic surgery as a whole a revolting idea. Why would anyone want foreign objects stuffed into their body and *left* there?!

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[blodeuedd.livejournal.com]

I think my mother already took most of it down. And don't worry, none of the pieces were things you've ever shown any interest in. But I put aside my long, forest-green velvet skirt in case you wanted it. Though it might be a bit short for you... *ponders* It's yours, if you want it.

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[kimchii.livejournal.com]

gee thanks sweetie pie! smooch!