This weeks gallery has been causing a stir on Twitter and left me with a conundrum..Do I annoy the gallery host Tara Cain by posting my feet? Or perhaps take a leaf out of Mocha beanie mummy Jay's book and post my arse!? Was a mighty fine arse! Well I will spare you all my bum..did I hear a collective sigh of relief!?
But I will show you my Bangers, Jugs, Knockers, Rack, Fun Bags Hooters, Babylons, Melons, Baps AKA Boobs! Whatever you and yours choose to call them mine have been a rather dominating feature throughout my life.
It has taken me until the age of 34 to learn to love them, it has been a love hate relationship. At war with 'the girls' when they have failed to fit into pretty clothes and stubbornly refused to be contained in any sexy lace number I have tried to ensconce them in. Love when I finally thought I had lugged them around for a reason and breastfed my daughter. War again when they couldn't satisfy her hunger. Love when I realised that she loved them as a pillow! And love for the hours of amusement they seem to have provided as the butt of many of my friends jokes..So hurray for boobs! and thanks for the mammaries..sorry!