Next month with be The Twins' 2nd Birthday.
I don't regret for one day that I had my boobs done.
I came across this picture the other day while going through old shots, and it just reminds me of why I did it. Thats just fucking sad...
Now, don't get me wrong, I was quite happy with my size 34B boobettes before I had my girls. But after breastfeeding both of them, they were NEVER the same. In fact, they disappeared to barely an A cup. I started calling the bee stings on my chest - my "skin flaps" or my "wet teabags".
They were fucking pathetic, droopy and so damn ugly. I couldn't look in the mirror at myself let alone prance around in low cut tops flashing my lack of cleveage. I never had anything to fill them out. Now I do.
My only regret is that I didn't go bigger - yeah, its called Booby Greed, alright? Dont judge me - you don't know me. I'm not shy to admit I love a good pair of knockers and admire others' mammories all the time.
|After my 350cc silicone implants|
Time for an Upgrade???