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YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

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THIS IS PERSONAL

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

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Okay. Here goes. I wish I had "perky" boobs. They have always been large...ok...huge. I spent fourth grade with my arms crossed in front of my chest. Fifth grade I think I wore a jacket for much of the year. By high school I was a bit more comfortable with "the girls" but made sure to wear modest tshirts and blouses.

Had kids...they got bigger. Had three kids...they got...shall we say more eliptical??

I want them back up where God, in His wisdom, intended for them to be. I want them smaller. Losing weight doesn't help. I lose other places...not there...at one point, if I turned sideways, I could look like a capital

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I'm tired of looking like a P. I'm tired of the UGLY industrial strength bras. I am tired of constantly having to adjust myself so my shirts lay flat. I am tired of the neck and shoulder pain.

I told Bill for Easter, I don't want any bunnies....instead....I want....

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~EASTER BOOBIES~

So, I am stating it here for all 4 of my readers to see. I am GOING to lose 70 pounds. I am going to see my sister's "plastics guy". I am going to pay through the nose to have the boobs of a 25 year old...not just ANY 25 year old...oh no...I want the perky boobs of the B**** at the gym...Ashlie...you know the one...Perky boobs, narrow waist, cute giggle, the one all the guys drool over. I want her boobs...and come hell or high water...I'm gonna have them~

I know, I know, I've caused mental stress to you with this topic...it's ok...run away....I understand completely.