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Girlfriends' Guide to Forty: Boobies Revolution

Lately when I am getting dressed and ready for the day, I have been putting my jeans/skirts/pants/yoga pants (you catch my drift) on first.

Hell, I'll even put whatever shoes on that I am wearing for the day and do my hair and make-up before I attempt putting on a bra.

I mean before, I was all about rushing to put on the bra and undies on first. You know, to avoid any embarrassing - your kids might walk through the door although your door is locked, moment? I even used to sleep with a bra on!

But since my kids are grown and there's no one really at the house but the dog and the cat (I catch them looking) I have been letting the boobs free. You know, to hang out.

I guess it's like a right of passage, or a new found freedom, if you will.

Remember that silly children's song that your grandma used to sing to you? I'm positive that ice cream trucks play it while driving around the neighborhood.

Now I don't know about you, and I know this ain't no ladies in your 40's thing, but if you have ever had children then you know what I am talking about.

In short, you get mom boobs.

Okay, mom boobs are not so bad when you are breast feeding and suddenly you have a size D cup when you started out as an A cup. No, I am specifically talking about afterward. No offense, but let's get real here. Afterward your boobs kinda hang low.

You're hearing that song now, aren't you!

Either that, or they look like mini ski slopes. Or Forrest Whitaker. One droopy, and one perky and upright.

I'm positive it's a personal preference but you may or may not feel completely comfortable just letting the girls go and hang out  - wild and free.

If you're one of the lucky ones who have actually maintained a good spousal/partner relationship, they don't really care what your boobs look like because they are attached to you.

I mean, every man and woman that I have ever spoken with about boobs (yeah, I am a weirdo) whose wives or partners have had breast implants say, "yeah! They look great!" But immediately seem to follow up with, "but I like natural ones."

I am positive that they are just saying this because they want to live.

Well, although I have contemplated it and have gone and visited/researched a few boobie doctors around, I don't have breast implants. I won't describe what my boobs look like (mom boobs) but in all honesty, they don't look half bad!

I kinda think it's cool how the nips look like two eye balls  that are staring right at you. Two eyes attached to two flesh mounds. It makes me different and unique.

Right now as of late, these ladies want to be free.

In fact, I'm typing this right now...topless.

That's how fearless I am about these boobs.

So really, who cares what your boobs look like? Your boobs don't care and I guarantee that they just want to feel free. So let them be! Set your boobies free!




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