No internet! What is a girl to do? Drive somewhere to get
signal, of course. I can’t miss a boobday post, even if I’m
late to the party.
I see breasts differently now, so soft, so beautiful, so damn
amazing no matter what size. They are givers of life, givers
of pleasure, givers of disdain and worry.
I liked the shadow in this photo, but I thought the angle of
my breasts in the mirror looked weird, one hanging lower than
Hmmm, you know I’m not perfect, but yet I still try to
pretend I am, so silly, such a fruitless effort because our
unique bodies are what makes Boobday so special.
Thank you Hy, for letting me share my body with your readers
too…if I can find internet somewhere out here.