"cute pictures except for the floppy boobs"
'sup smith - how's it hanging?
my message to you is 2-fold:
(a) really? i mean, really? out of all the ammunition i give you daily, the perkiness of my breasts in beachwear is the thing you latch on to? if i were you, i might have gone with:
- cute pictures except for could you stop posting pictures of your wedding b/c its getting freakin' annoying.
- cute pictures except for you are a vapid and selfish human being for spending a month's rent on a pair of shoes.
- cute pictures except for do you do anything besides drink wine and online shop?
all i'm saying is maybe expand your horizons a bit - because, trust me, there are tons more ridiculous things about my life than my occasional lack of underwire.
(b) thank you. yep, thank you smith. because this comment made me realize a couple of things.
one being just how far i've come in the last 10 years. 10, 8, 5 years ago - a comment like this might have locked me in my bedroom for days. but yesterday, i snort-laughed, jokingly emailed some friends, and then took my floppy boobs out for a fabulous dinner with my Champagne Thursday girls. so thank you for reminding me how much more of a friend to myself i've become in the last decade.
thank you for reminding me how amazing my parents are for spending years worrying about me and supporting me through the toughest time in my life when i wasn't such a friend to myself. thank you for reminding me of the people who never gave up on me, even when i was hell-bent on destroying my health in the name of unattainable perfection.
thank you for reminding me what ridiculously talented, accomplished, and gorgeously unique friends i have - and for reminding me how much happier i am now that i've weeded out the those who brought nothing but negativity to my life.
thank you for reminding me that i'm in a better place now than i've ever been - that i'm healthy; that i am more or less happy with my body; that i married a man who loves me for me and encourages me to be the best form of me possible; that i am lucky to have natural breasts, even if the left is marred with ugly scarring from a lump scare.
last but not least, thank you for reminding me that sometimes, it feels really damn good not to wear a bra, and that women might be kinder to one another if they just took off their Spanx, stopped sucking-in and pushing-up, and fucking belly-laughed together every now and then.peace out brussel sprout,