When I was little, I wanted to be like my mommy when I grew up. I thought that she was the prettiest woman in the world. As I got older, I noticed that not only was she pretty, but she also had a nice rack! In fact, her nice figure was what initially attracted my dad to her (which is funny to think about, since he is gay.)
"Yes! There's hope for me!" I remember thinking as my female classmates blossomed and I remained the lone boobless preteen. I knew that I would follow in my mother's late blooming footsteps and acquire my own nice rack a little later in life. "No problem, " I thought," I can wait..." I waited...and waited...and waited. Nothing happened. I went through puberty, boobless. I spent a boobless year at college. I only got boobs after I became pregnant. "Finally!" I celebrated my gift of bosoms for nine months and the two that I breastfed Marlie. But it was all a fleeting phase. As soon as I would stop nursing, they deflated. Alas...my mom's breast genes were only bestowed upon my two curvaceous sisters.
I did, however, inherit one rather large feature from my dear mother:
Thanks mom!
6 guests at the inn:
I know JUST what you are talking about! I too assumed I would inherit my mothers big boobs genes. I waited and waited. Nope, never happened until I got pregnant. Looked great whenever I was pregnant or nursing. But, I have to say, now after 6 kids and a WHOLE lot of breastfeeding, the ONLY thing big about my breasts are my nipples! They are monstrous and freakish looking by now, having been terribly abused by 6 babies for years. And, my poor "girls" are STILL small, but now hang there pathetic and stretched out. You moms know what I am talking about huh?
at least you got your moms metabolism too!
My mom has a nice rack, as well.
As I reached the peak of my boobaliciousness, gravity was toying up with her.
I finally caught up...and just when the melon race was getting interesting, she had to go get implants.
CHEATER!
I was destined to be boobless. My mom, her sisters and their mom all have implants so yeah I pretty much knew from the get go that I would not be blessed with a nice rack. I do the padded bra thing, etc, etc. When I gain weight, some of it goes there, but who wants to gain weight to get boobs? Not I. I guess no boobs fits on a 110 lb frame, but it can be very depressing at times. I can't wait to see what happens when I'm prego, but who knows. I even have to buy cutlets at VS for my bridesmaid duties this June b/c the dress does not fit right in that area. I figure if I'm still bitter about it after birthing babies, I will have to go the store bought route.
My boobies look like tube socks with oranges in the bottom. Swing low.... I definitely lucked out in the boob department, though, and got my paternal grandma's genes, and not my mom's. She'd be concave if she were any flatter. She did, however, give me her propensity for buttresses as thighs, so I am forced to spend a lot of time exercising to ensure they fit into my size 2s!
I forgot to explain that my boobies look like tube socks with oranges in them because they were hard working baby feeders!
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