"big ones, small ones, some the size of your head"

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no no, i am NOT talking about the song from the Lion King, i am talking about breasts.
holy cow.
i mean, i never was a busty person and you know, to be honest i am still not.
BUT
for me
holy cow.
for the first time in my life i am experiencing what it is like to have breasts.
large boobicles just don't run in the family so i knew from the start i wouldn't have much going on in that department. in high school and maybe some of college i may have been a teeny bit insecure of the lack of mounds in my frontal region, but i pretty much got over that. 
i mean, high school is like the epitome of insecurity so if that is the largest worry i had, shit that's fine.

next time you see me and check out my jugs you may laugh at this entry.
that's fine.
but, i will say i am not so sure i am envious of the larger breasted population any more due to figuring out some cons that i never experienced before.

Pros of breasts:
1. you can fill out some clothing/bras a little better.

Cons of breasts:
1. they hurt when you jog. that's quite an issue.
2. sleeping on your stomach has to be adjusted a little.
3. hugging john has become distracting as i make sure the masses aren't getting smashed.
4. some clothing doesn't fit as well.

so far that is what i have come up with.
i'm sure i'll get used to it, but for someone who's had the ease of pain free breasts their whole life this has brought on a new respect for the ladies that deal with larger jugs on a regular basis. 
i had no idea.
i totally get the double sports bras now.
not that i wear them.... yet,
BUT
holy cow.

my world has been rocked.

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