breastfeeding is best
for baby but not for breasts
pirate’s sunken chest
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12 Responses to Haiku for My Fallen Comrades
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That’s beautiful.
I need a moment…
I hear ya! I’m trying to decide if I should go with the full C or the small D.
Decisions. Decisions.
Mr. Fab–I knew this would touch you. Not like that. Sicko.
Kristie–What are boob jobs going for these days? Must. start. saving. now. Oh, and definitely a small D for me. Size matters.
My boobs are flap, flap, flapping their saggy, wrinkly applause. (Standing ovation is not. even. an. option.)
I think around $4000. We have a friend who sells them so I’m getting the implants themselves at cost. I’m having a hysterectomy once baby’s off the boob and I’m having a tummy tuck and implants at the same time. Then I’m going shopping for new clothes for my new bod!
Jessica–Just knowing your boobs worked up the energy for the applause is good enough. No standing ovation necessary; you might hurt yourself!
Kristie–Can you send me a cheek swab please? I have some very important testing to do. I really think we are twins, separated at birth. Those are the top three elective procedures on my wishlist. You must remember to take before & after pics, girl.
Wow, we can do our own DNA testing now? My BIL needs this because there is no way in hell his daughter is his. I would so love my SIL to get busted for her big fat lie! Do I sound bitter?
Pictures? Absolutely! I have no shame! I’m not going to spend that much money and go through that much pain and not show off my new bod.
oh that is truly beauuuutiful poetry – waaaaah – (wipes eyes with pendulous breasts – because she can). x
I sooo know what you mean. I breastfed my three babies practically in a row. My first two were 2 years apart. My youngest one is 15 months younger than her middle brother. Does that make sense. My boobs have fallen and they can’t up. Better yet, they clap for all my lactation laboring when I lean over. Two flapjacks with funny, tweaked nips.
I want to laugh out loud and cry for I understand!
That was lovely! My cousin calls hers fetticini breasts! Mine are linguini boobs. What can I say, we’re Italian.
I watched too many episodes of Dr. 90210 today (shut. up.) and now I’m dying to get some help for “the girls.” I think I’ve earned it.
So nice to have others to commiserate with. May the boobiefairy visit you in your sleep.
Muah.