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Yesterday a friend of mine (This Chick Scraps) posted a funny Facebook image:
Now, normally I’d jump up and down shouting to the world my desire for bigger bewbage. But this image made me think about it. Of all the beautification that could be done – do I really want “pop on the top” most? I started analyzing this situation far more than anyone probably should. What if I had a genie and he would grant me ONE wish about my appearance. Which of these would I pick?
With the boulder-holder issue the first thing that comes to mind is the price of breast implants. Luckily with a genie, this wouldn’t be an issue. But I’d still have to deal with buying all new tops, back ache and then there are stretch marks. I mean, if I suddenly changed from a C to a DD – there’s going to be some stretching going on. Besides, there are hundreds of bras out there now that make you look HUGE instantly. Is that worth a wish? Nah.
Being thin is extremely appealing, I admit. I use to be thin (pause for a nostalgic moment…) and now I’m only 20 pounds or so over – not too bad. But I know how to get rid of that issue. I’ve just been too lazy to do it. So it wouldn’t want to waste a wish on that either.
Being tan…now there’s an option. I use to tan, but after two ordeals with two types of cancer I’m done. Now I’m pale. I don’t mean off-season pale. I mean ‘please for the love of everyone’s eye sight don’t ever wear yellow’ pale. My mother once said my legs look like the belly of a catfish (thanks, mom). The thought of having a beautiful, golden and safe magical tan for the rest of my life…..yes. It would make me appear thinner (and camouflage those ick areas). Then I’d take my tan self right over to VS and buy an armload of push up bras. Win!
What would you pick? Tan, Thin or Bewbs?
