Breasts, boobs, tits, etc.

When Mercury is retrograde, as it is right now, I have a tendency to ruminate about things that don't concern me much when Mercury is direct. My moon sign is Virgo, and Mercury is the ruler of Virgo, so I suspect that's why I'm affected the way I am.

Anyway, besides thinking about past relationships and my failures therein, right now I've been doing some serious contemplation of my breasts. Which is weird; they've been there for 30 years, and mostly I don't think about them much. I was what you might call an early developer. That is to say, I was a C cup in 7th grade, and they just got bigger from there. When I was in Air Force basic training, my weight reached my all-time adult low of 124 pounds, but I was still a full D cup. With no ass. For that brief period of time, I was tits on a stick. That didn't last long. The first time I did WW and reached my post-baby adult low of 140 pounds, I was overflowing the DD cup bras, but still wearing size 6 or 8 pants. Eventually, in 1998, having the experience as a medical transciptionist to know what to say, I was able to have breast reduction and have my insurance pay for it because I had chronic neck, shoulder, and back pain. My lovely surgeon made me, for the first time since 7th grade, a C cup. Many weight struggles due to divorce, depression, abject poverty, etc. later, I'm now a small D. This weight loss go-round my breasts are actually shrinking, so hopefully I'll get back into that C cup when I reach my goal, and since my ass is finally showing signs of life (thank you Yoga Booty Ballet), I should have some proportion.

But the point about my breasts is that, other than bra shopping expeditions, I haven't given them a lot of thought since the reduction. Which, by the way, also resulted in a nice uplift so that everything is once again pointed forward and not down. They've served me well. They've been through pregnancy and breast feeding and surgery and a mammogram (and I'm overdue for another of those), and piercing of my left nipple (since removed) and sudddenly, I find myself looking at them in the mirror while I brushed my teeth yesterday. And the thought came to me, unbidden, "I have good tits." It was nice to have that thought. For so long, I've been unhappy with everything about me from shoulders to knees that it's a small revelation to have a positive thought about anything happening in that area.

In TV and movies, Teri Hatcher has 2 great lines about her breasts (which are not that great anymore since she got too skinny doing Desperate Housewives). In Soapdish, Kevin Kline's character say to her, "you have beautiful eyes." And she replies, "they're nothing compared to my tits." And of course, the Seinfeld moment, where she tells Jerry, "They're real, and they're spectacular." I hope I have the opporutnity and the quickness of thinking to use either of those lines some day. Both are priceless.