Why do I let them? Or more important why haven't I stopped them?
My boobs are not the only part of me that are beautiful, if they are really beautiful at all. I don't think they are. I think they're just huge and therefore draw fascination. They're just like every other deformity at a freakshow except that people don't find them freaky.
Well except for my bestie. He hates big boobs. I think that's why I love him so much. No...I take that back....not why I love him, but rather how I came to love him. We have a rather odd relationship, but that's for another blog.
Seriously though, I just wish for a day I could go back to 3rd grade before I had a bra...well, that means the first half of 3rd grade. It was just nice to really be just one of the guys...especially since I still don't hang out with girls. Now all I know is that my bestie is the only guy who can go a whole day without even looking at my chest. And he's gone. For a while. And it's driving me insane. I need that one who can look at me and know what I'm thinking.
Well, I'm out for now. I suppose I'll be back when I can.
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