I’m talking about my boobs for a good cause!
For every comment that this post receives (up to 200) by midnight (PST) Friday, July 13th, I will donate a dollar to breast cancer research.
This post is for my mom who just finished breast cancer treatment; for Fatima who is one year post-treatment; and for Melissa who is in the middle of her battle. All of these ladies have – and are – kicking cancer square in the face.
I am also linking this post up to YeahWrite – a great “supportive” place for bloggers who write and writers who blog.
Last but not least, this post is set to the best Beastie Boys song of all time, Paul Revere. If you’re not familiar with it, you may want to take 3 minutes to listen to it here.
All set? Let’s do this:
Now here’s a little story I’ve got to tell
About two big ladies I know so well
It started way back in my pre-teens
When my flat little chest had nothing in between
I started to get curious about a “brassiere”
I could tell by how my shirts fit that the time was drawing near
Riding to the store, sitting shyly by my mother
I’d give this thing a try if she wouldn’t tell my brother
Two little boobies I see
I was hoping for some A cups but they sized up as a B
The store clerk was a measurin’ all the way around
I was workin’ up a scream, but couldn’t make a sound
She saw I was so nervous, feeling terrified
She said, “We’re done here, sweetie” and I could’ve just cried
Fast-forward a few years, how the time has flown
My little pre-teen boobies, how they’ve grown and grown!
Those tiny little B cups are now buxom double Ds
I keep them well supported or they’ll end up at my knees
I wear one when I run
Sometimes two (but just for fun)
Support is key here, girls, I even wear one to bed
All this talk of my big boobies might make your face turn a bit red
But I’ll tell you this right now, and this is no ha-ha
You’ve got to be good to your girls – they are your precious ta-tas
As for my two ladies, I support them all the time
Trust me, going braless would surely be a crime
And every month I feel them up to check that all is clear
The “C” word is no joke and one I don’t wanna hear
Now my drawers are overflowing with shades of black, pink and blue
I have so many brassieres, I don’t know what to do
But you can never have enough of these fine boulder holders
God knows I’ll need support as these two aging breasts grow older
You really can’t describe the power of these things
I’d trade my every diamond, all my golden rings
If I could just have one, I’d go for fancy and be done
Live life to the fullest and let your ladies have some fun