Ok, people, now I will return to telling funny stories from my life, what this blog's purpose is, to make myself and others laugh at life, specifically my life. We all need to laugh more. I will get back to talking about music and tv shows that I love later.
This was inspired by my sweet and funny friend Sherilin over at http://www.laughingmyabsoff.blogspot.com/
Since she is shares my plight of the over-sized, bodacious ta-tas! Women claim to want big boobs, but the women who actually have them know all the pain and utter BS that comes along with having them. These include trouble finding a supportive, comfortable bra, back pain, sweating issues, men's leering and uncomfortable stares or comments, trouble being able to wear certain shirts (I gave up button downs all together because of the buckling and appearance), dresses, and I don't have to go over what happens as you age and gravity is a cruel force of nature.
But this post is about cleavage and the bigger the boobs you have the bigger and longer the cleavage!
So, there I was in high school out at Bennihana, a Japanese Steakhouse where they prepare the food right in front of you. It was my yearbook class celebrating the end of the year and another successful publication. It must have been warm and I was wearing a V-neck or scoop neck short sleeve shirt. As you know you all sit around a table as a big group and they chop, and fry up all the delicious food as you watch. Well some of the chefs are more energetic and entertaining than others. This chef decided to play a fun game with us and throw little pieces of shrimp or chicken on our plates. So then it was my turn and he tossed and you guessed it...it landed right in my cleavage!!! Everyone had a great roaring laugh, there was shouts of glee, there was pointing and carrying on. I sat there red-faced and horrified and yet, again, embarrassed of my crazy-large breasts.
I will also take this opportunity to re-iterate my feelings about curvy, so called "plus-sized" women like myself. We shouldn't be referred to as "plus size" because we are average. That's right, the average American woman isn't a size 5, or even a size 9-10, she is more than likely a size 12 or 16/18. So I will re-post one of my favorite websites dedicated to celebrating these "plus-size" models called "The Judgement of Paris" and include a picture of one of them, the beautiful Kaillee O'Sullivan and an Irish lassy like myself also!
Photo courtesy of JudgementofParis.com
I will also include a clip of the Lane Bryant commercial that was recently banned from ABC and Fox for being too racy. The model who was featured in the commercial made a very good point she said something like and I am paraphrasing, "Those Victoria Models can prance around in their bras and panties but you feature someone who has a little bit more and they ban it. Really?
Well, when I watch it, all I can think to myself is POWER TO THE "REAL" WOMEN!!! Too sexy, huh? yeah, not so "fat" or "plus size" now are we??