Monday, December 10, 2012

I have boobs mutherfucker.

Oh yay, another rant for the masses.
Just cus they're small, doesn't mean you can make fun of them, or not acknowledge their existence  I don't know how saying Ooh, haha, Jessica has no boobs makes any of us better. Stfu. I have boobs, I see them everyday. I find them aesthetically pleasing and obedient to my demands. They're particularly white because, in Florida, being topless is still illegal in most parts except designated beaches. I'm a small ass child, what do you expect me to have, C cups? B cups, even? Maybe fill up my A cup? Can't you just respect me as a human without constantly pointing out this abominable flaw? I don't have back pains, chest pains, I love them, they stay where I want them too! No random jiggles. Can't we celebrate my acceptance other than shoot me down for not revving up your imagination with a milky hint of cleavage in a V- neck? Who are you to tell me I don't have boobs? Who gave you the right to judge me body and tease it in a circle of friends. You're not my friends you mutherfuckers. Why the fuck do YOU have boobs. Biotch, yours ain't even real. It's swollen glands in adipose chambers. Mine are 100% mammary glands and lobules and nodes. Au Naturale. I like my body. It's just how I want it to be. Maybe you should start concentrating on yours. 

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What up baby girl ;)