Confession Time: I Must Increase My Bust
I looked down at my breasts and squished up upward toward my face. Still no cleavage. Still no sexy curve. These milkshakes will not bring the boys to the yard. And I really wanted boys to desire my shakes. So I took matters into my own…arms. Literally. I took a page from Margaret, grabbed my forearms with opposite hands and pumped while muttering, “I must, I must, I must increase my bust!”
And that’s my confession on #TruthTuesday.
Like Margaret, I seriously believed this would work. Like Margaret, it didn’t! At least I don’t think it did. Margaret is a character from Judy Blume’s Are You There God is Me Margaret.” I have no idea what Margaret’s boob situation is now. All I know is that my bust is still nonexistent — even after having my baby boy, Evan. They’re a little bigger, but I still stare down at my breasts, squish them up toward my face and wish for cleavage. Nada.
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