So… I was giving some jelly to my cat
My phone started ringing. Forgetting that I was holding the spoon I took the phone.
I never heard the spoon hitting the floor…
they are evolving
Remember that time that Marilyn Manson sang about the food pyramid?
What? My boobs are great.
See? Perfectly fine.
I mean, yeah, they jiggle and wobble and don’t sit high up on my chest. But that’s normal.
Like what do you think I should do about it? I mean
My boobs just do normal boob things. They’re A-okay normal healthy boobs.
Moral: Boobs are really diverse. Do your boobs sag? Normal. Do they have hair? Normal. Do they have stretch marks? Normal. Do you get pimples on them? Normal. Are they different sizes? Normal. Big nipples? Normal. Puffy dark areola? Normal. Not facing dead ahead? Normal. Small? Normal. Big? Normal. Normal Normal Normal.
And they’re your boobs. If you can change any of those things and you want to, go ahead!
But don’t let people tell you that your breasts are wrong just because they’re affected by gravity.
You’re fine. They’re fine.
Life it seems will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else
LAY DOWN YOUR SOUL TO THE GODS ROCK ‘N’ ROLL!