I have big boobs. I have big boobs, and I am 4’10. The growth of my big boobs was steady as a pre-teen. And then when high school hit they grew at a fast and furious pace, leaving me in that weird stage of, “Wait, what are these for?” or “Oh, this is definitely going […]
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Every January, for the past several, I’ve gotten together with friends to create a yearly vision board. I’ve never been big on resolutions, but a visual reminder of my personal goals works for me. I can post it on the fridge or keep it at my writing desk, or focus on it during meditation. One of […]
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When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to have boobs. In third grade, I stuffed my shirt with plastic eggs that came out of those crazy chicken toy vending machines. It didn’t matter to me that the top of the egg was a different size than the bottom of the egg. I wanted boobs, […]
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I used to walk to work. It was a lovely way to start the day. My ass and my fit-bit were quite happy with me. The only drawback was on sweltering days—it was well, less than ideal. Especially for my business casual wardrobe: a sensible semi-sheer lavender blouse, tucked into a black pencil skirt with […]
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“No,” she said. “No?” I asked looking down at my daughter as she gently pushed away from me. Dammit! I knew the day was coming, but I didn’t realize how painful the actuality of it would be on both my psyche and my body. And there it was, with that simple word and a gentle […]
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