Hey Randi, How have you been? And I hate that too! You still have such a pretty face
I hate when you can't close the weight machine all the way at the gym cause the boobage gets in the way.
Or sitting at a booth (or squeezing into it) with the boobage sitting on the table (hence the spots on the shirts)
Or the fear that a child in the middle of the store standing next to its skinny mama will blurt out "boy she's fat"
Or going the doctor and putting on that stupid gown that tears before you finish trying to put in on half your body.
boy that felt good